I Don't Remember, I Don't Recall...

Sunday afternoon
3:11pm
Rancho Relaxo

Well, the hangover regs in at about a 7.6 on the Richter scale, definitely not the worse I've had but still full-bodied none the less. Sometimes it seems amazing to me what the human body can take. I just read my buddy MO’s blog and he was saying something to the effect of blowing out fire and all kinds of wicked sounding shit that may have happened on Saturday night; I seem to have the blessing/curse of not remembering too much of what went on. I’m just glad someone coherent was there to instruct us to actually blow the fire out, a detail that one like me could easily overlook in a hurried effort to punish a free shot of firewater!

Anyway, it’s the typical Sunday for me – hoping the Cowboys kick-hell out of whoever’s up this weekend, and yelling at the TV while arrogantly maintaining that my armchair quarterback skills far surpass the actual QB’s and coaching staffs.

Ok, enough for now.

Today’s linky goodness brought to you by the letter “B”: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B

Lp.