I feel you. Word. By the way ... the play is at 8 now, instead of 7. We have parts of the second act which require darkness and you can really get that until later at night in the middle of June.
I'm a bald man with bad eyesight. I'm 5'11" and I eat chili with reckless abandon. I'm a Cincinnati Reds fan and lover of literature. I once tackled a midget. I work with computers but my computer rarely works. My ears ring, my feet hurt, and most popular music will make my toenails curl if the weather is right. I am hopeless when it comes to understanding women or economics or why the sky is blue instead of some other color. I enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of rain in the forest. I believe in God, but I sometimes wonder whether He believes in me. I watch television on Wednesdays and I listen to the radio when I'm in my car. My baseball coach used to tell me that I ran so slow he had to time me with a calendar and my band director once said I could be a professional cornet player if only I'd practice. I am madly in love with my wife and she is madly in love with the original CSI. I wake up each morning with a smile on my face because, even if it's cold and grey and rainy and dreary, the first thing I see in the morning is her face, and it is the most beautiful site in the world; especially after I put on my glasses.
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Congrats, Joe! Bonus kudos for your ultra literary name.
heh heh. I actually told them to use my regular Schmoe name, but they refued.
I really like the flyer. It's very hard rock. And anime. I dig it. It's also very remniscent of "V". You know what I'm saying? You feel me, dawg?
I feel you. Word. By the way ... the play is at 8 now, instead of 7. We have parts of the second act which require darkness and you can really get that until later at night in the middle of June.
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