It's Friday, oh yeah. In case you forgot, biotch.

So the old man has taken up several hobbies lately, especially for a guy who never really had any. We've been hitting pool halls for the past few months, and last weekend he joined a nine ball league. And just last night he's all "So I got my guitar yesterday."
"Guitar?"
"Yeah, acoustic. Vintage."
This is a dude that I've never even seen in proximity to any kind of musical instrument, let alone actually playing one. I always assumed he wasn't the type. Apparently he had an entire youth I didn't know about where he played guitar. Nobody tells me shit.

Tomorrow night we're going to see Dave Mason. Yeah, that Dave Mason. Should be nice. He said if I paid for my ticket he'd by the brews. Fool!

The Wife and I are putting in an offer on our first home this evening. I love negotiating, and my goal is to rob these people buckass nekkid. I plan on capping the event off by sitting next to the fire (nice weather for that right now) with a few cold ones and some friends. And The Wife's got to work tonight, which means I get to piss in the backyard. Well, without having to listen to her yell at me anyway. Do you have any idea how hard it is to piss when someone's yelling at you? Unsettling.

Speaking of which, Jenelle's balling a geezer, and Al Gore won a Nobel. Hurk.