Oh yeah. And. Last night. I left my driver's license at the pool hall. Which sucks. Because. Well duh. It sucks. And. We're blogging now. So. I can't get it. That and. I can't really get it. Get it. But. It should be there.

Man. Reno 911 reminded me of how funny that show is. At work. This guy told me a story. Basically. He failed one tiny portion of a test to allow him to fly into the air. He was in the move theatre. Saw the 5 other guys. That wasn't the movie title. They got called out. Flew up into the air. The plane got gunned down. And. Had he passed. He would have been one of those guys. So. At the end of the story. Instead of saying the usual. Non interested sounding remarks like. Wow. Or. Oh dear. Or. You're lucky to be alive. Or. Something else. That peoople say. When. They don't know what to say. I says. Do you remember what the movie was? The. Guy laughed. And. Said. Yea. And. I was the only person. EVER. To ask him that question. So. Hi five to me. For not being dumb.

I was thinking a while back that I need to invent a form of communication that is more annoying and impersonal than texting. I'll make millions. Even email is a little annoying. But seriously, it's like you don't want to talk to that person by calling them, or you don't want to talk to the people you're with so you pretend to be busy with something else. Or both.

Duh. Where he always is. After I. Before K. Anyway. He would be blogging with us this year. But. He's out on a space mission.

So yeah. Last year we said we were going to have a system. And. Food. And. Stuff. Dude. I don't think we have one. And. I'm hungry. And. I still have pool hall stank on me from the night before. Here's a question. Why is it. When you order a Blue Moon. The next thing you hear is. Either they don't have it. Or. We just ran out of oranges is that ok. Dude. Don't lie to me. You never had oranges to begin with.