Chag at Cynical Dad was silly enough to lend me the keys to the bloghouse and trust me to keep the vagrants away and plants alive.
HA! I know, can you believe it? Dude is a friend though, so I'll try to keep an eye on any strangers I invite back for the quiet little kegger and rave I have planned for tonight.
So like I said, I'm over at Cynical Dad's today with a post that works on many metaphysical levels.
And by metaphysical, I mean it's a story from back in the day when I could drink a sailor under the table and make pretty boys blush. As opposed to these days when I make pretty boys hide under the table for fear of cougar attacks and make sailors blush with my potty mouth. And by many levels, I mean one story, two parties, and three fun girls.
