Yeah, Good One Mr. Dictionary
"Well, folks, it's the end of the line for ol' Neil Diamond. That's right, I'm retiring from showbiz. I got me a ranch house out in Sausalito, 25 acres, a couple of pigs, sex swing in the basement, this weird Vietnamese guy who just kind of hangs out - you know, the American Dream"
Oh my. You know it's about that time of the year when our young children start shipping out to colleges. Well I shouldn't children, because my baby boys and girls have all grown up right before my very eyes. Look at you, you little son of guns. I remember when you used to run out to the school and play kickball with the gang or even make fun of Dave Sarmento once or twice or even wake up early to watch the Price is Right with the fam. Who knows? But you were having a ball as a young one, weren't you? Don't lie to me, you know I can tell when people lie to me.
Now it's a shame I didn't get to hang out with most of y'all this summer. There are a lot of people I didn't get to see as much as I would have enjoyed. The poker people, the schooner crew, former CSL members. I haven't played poker in months, I don't even remember what a schooner looks like, and my usual sunday practices are gone so none of that helps. I want to chill with you people and I have been trying, but it's hard sometimes with ol' High Tech Burrito running my life.
On the days I'm scheduled to work, I usually just devote my entire day to preparing myself to go to work, and then I go to work. As thrilling as that may sound, it gets a little how do you say... kind of lame? I would like to break free of that, but they do make some of the yummiest burritos around town.
I have also been spending a fair amount of my time with the exquisite Christine Estelle Nothelfer, but not so much to the point where I can never see you little son of a guns. I'm not exactly saying that summer is over and there's nothing anyone can do, I'm just saying, "Hey good buddy, let's do some hanging. If not, we can go buy some yummy burritos together, huh? How about it, you little bastard?"
Oh my. You know it's about that time of the year when our young children start shipping out to colleges. Well I shouldn't children, because my baby boys and girls have all grown up right before my very eyes. Look at you, you little son of guns. I remember when you used to run out to the school and play kickball with the gang or even make fun of Dave Sarmento once or twice or even wake up early to watch the Price is Right with the fam. Who knows? But you were having a ball as a young one, weren't you? Don't lie to me, you know I can tell when people lie to me.
Now it's a shame I didn't get to hang out with most of y'all this summer. There are a lot of people I didn't get to see as much as I would have enjoyed. The poker people, the schooner crew, former CSL members. I haven't played poker in months, I don't even remember what a schooner looks like, and my usual sunday practices are gone so none of that helps. I want to chill with you people and I have been trying, but it's hard sometimes with ol' High Tech Burrito running my life.
On the days I'm scheduled to work, I usually just devote my entire day to preparing myself to go to work, and then I go to work. As thrilling as that may sound, it gets a little how do you say... kind of lame? I would like to break free of that, but they do make some of the yummiest burritos around town.
I have also been spending a fair amount of my time with the exquisite Christine Estelle Nothelfer, but not so much to the point where I can never see you little son of a guns. I'm not exactly saying that summer is over and there's nothing anyone can do, I'm just saying, "Hey good buddy, let's do some hanging. If not, we can go buy some yummy burritos together, huh? How about it, you little bastard?"