Method Man and Chris Rock could not possibly bring this much pain.
Not sure why I went to work today, but I did. Sitting at a computer while the office network is down on exacerbates the problem of the four things I cannot stop thinking about:
1. I think I have an idea of which establishment is still holding my ID and bank card. Otherwise, I should really be a hell of a lot more panicked right now. Maybe I should be panicked anyway.
2. A strange conversation with a friend. He was talking about how if you’re a gentleman who is, let’s say, gifted in certain areas, mainly below the belt, how do you get the word out? Of course, he was jealous of some ugly dude who he claims does well because he got the word out that he was a tripod. After going “How the hell should I know”, of course, he then proceeds to tell me about a group of similarly talented gentlemen who meet up and share their problems, discuss issues, and hit the streets wielding their weapons for the ladies. Of course, I expressed doubt that this really existed and told him that stuff on RedTube does not really happen in real life. At least that’s what I thought I told him.
3. “The Girl Is Mine”, a low point in the careers of Michael Jackson and Sir Paul McCartney, has entered my brain and WILL NOT LEAVE.
4. Sarah Palin and Glen Rice is still funny as hell to me. It may go into the category of “never gets old.”
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