Gut Rumbles

September 14, 2008

Still feel like Fido's ass

Originally published January 12, 2002

Pumped coffee down my throat and I still feel like a beat-up hockey dad dying on the ice. I need to go to Wal-Mart today. I need to go to the tire store and pick up my freebie replacement for the tire that grew a toxic goiter on the sidewall after I hit a manhole on Bay Street. I need a nap.

I believe the nap may take top priority.

Jack just went outside with the football. If he can occupy himself for about 30 minutes, I'll stretch out on the couch and zzzzzzz....

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