Today is rainy.
James is hung over from drinking shenanigans last night.
This means James will spend the day in bed and you will get a minimal post on his intent to try out this whole boxer-brief concept on his date tonight. This experiment is driven more by his slackitude which prevented him from doing any laundry today coupled with the deficiency in Target’s stocking policies. It appears that much like Foleys, they too hate the fat man. Insert dramatic sigh here.
As a bonus he will refer to himself in teh third person for this post.
That is all.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
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