After a visit to the hospital, a couple days of bedrest, and many doses of steroids, I’m back in the game and back to work tomorrow.
I just hope the Commissioner of Blogging doesn’t test for performance-enhancing drugs.
Side note: outside of this blog’s title, this week’s top Google search term leading to my blog has been “glory holes in New Hampshire,” probably because of this post. I don’t think I can help you there, fellas.
But I do know of a couple people who probably can:
After spending a great deal of today in a hospital and being hopped up on a whole bunch of drugs, I don’t exactly have the energy to write much of anything.
In the meantime, I’ll leave it to my clever commenters to wildly speculate on what medical ailment I have. Go nuts.
Okay, not really. And honestly, I cannot forgive them for butchering an Elvis song and playing the commercial over and over on the 30th anniversary of his death. But, this ad, from our neighbors to the north, is much more… tasteful? Not really, but I’ll go with that.
Keep UP the HARD work, because the weekend is almost here, and I’m willing to bet some JEWELS that you’re ready to go ALL NIGHT LONG. I hope you MEAT a celebrity or get a HUGE PACKAGE in the mail. I wouldn’t want you to meet some PRICK at a ROD Stewart concert. Nor WOOD I want you to choke on a SALAMI sandwich…
Um… um… ERECTION!
Okay, I’m done.
Have a great weekend.
From today’s amNewYork:
Hey, you know what’s a great way to learn about a neighborhood? Interview someone who HASN’T LIVED THERE FOR ALMOST 20 YEARS!
Also, it would help if you KNEW THE NAME OF THE PERSON YOU’RE INTERVIEWING.
On ESPN.com right now:
I’ve just learned that this post from last week has become a chain letter that’s circulating around the Intarweb.
If you happen to get it forwarded to you, let ’em know the source! And gloat about how you read it first.
Me: Do you have anything without turkey?
Waitress: Why would you ever want that?
I think I need a nap.