November 03, 2003
picking up the pieces
I have the guts of 100,000 dead insects smeared all over the windshield of my truck. I noticed that fact when I went out to retreive the laptop this morning. That truck looks just the way I felt when I arrived home yesterday.
Shot at and missed, but shit at and hit.
Heh! He wondered why his ass hurt in the morning. BWHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
We need a round table next time. We were too spread out on a long table in the restaurant so you had to address just a couple of people at a time when you wanted to pontificate, and bloggers like a BIG audience. Bloggers also are seldom at a loss for words. We were kinda loud, especially when we all became fueled with alcohol. I'll plan better next time, but I believe that the affair wasn't bad for a first try.
We had one interloper, but we assimilated his ass in a hurry. Eric The Red is now officially a Jawja Blogger even if he DOES live in Tennessee. I knghted him, and if you follow that link, you'll see why.
So let it be written; so let it be done.
Those "Jawja Blogger" tee-shirts will be the envy of everyone who sees them. I don't dare wash mine, because kelley laid a big, red-lipstick kiss among the autographs on the front. I don't want that to wash off, even though this knot on my noggin' will go away in time. She kissed my shirt, I asked her to "GO LOWER" and she hit me in the head with an empty beer bottle.
I could be making some of this shit up, but I really don't have to. It was strange enough just the way it really happened.
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