So at the ripe young age of 62, I hate my body. Many years of abusing myself during work, and family genetics have me occasionally feeling much older than my age. This has happened before, but this one is really annoying. For no reason whatsoever, I strained my right...
Good evening, folks. I hope this finds you well. Today is college football follies with Conference Championships. Boise went in dry on UNLV last night, ending their time in the Mountain West with three championships in a row. Links? Looks like "science" is finally...
OMWC is gallivanting somewhere this weekend with Prime. Pray for her sanity. Okay, it's the Old Man's slot, so I'll toss in a few birthdays. I'll be disappoint if there aren't any jokes about the Old Man's slot: I got rhythm...I'm not a real witch, I just play one on...
I’m just getting back from the mountains, so I’m gonna whip this out.
I am disappoint.
Sloopy be a slackin’.
Well, maybe except for the actual links…
Not this kind of neat.
We lost him.
And I ain’t talkin’ hazy IPA.
“It must be frustrating, when you run out of ideas and are forced to come up with …something.”
Spud is on scene.
OMWC has really let himself go.
Poor bastard never stood a chance.
Not this kind of (long) pig!
No, I’m not done bitching.
Whoa, Nelly! We have Links.
Summer done have arrived. But it will not stop, the Links!
Wheee!!!
How goes the day?
So OMWC is once again treading the streets of NYC. Yep. Eating and drinking and screwing NPR ladies. Sounds like a decent gig. There were birthdays today. Links! Crikey. At least I'm not Cambodian. Some good "how to" tips in here....
Ahh, the peaceful sleep that follows a good days work.
I’ve been more comfortable.
“They cut off my penis!!! Oh wait, it’s just shrinkage.
Did you miss me?!?