Monday exists to mock us of the weekend lost........

Well, sometimes. I finally got out an did something this weekend. Even though I was still heat stroked, I took my parents out an about in downtown Indy. There's this canal walk area that rocks for walking. The canal is shallow and if you want to be a sucker you can rent a paddle boat and go nowhere under your own girl-like paddle strength. However, if you have a can of worms, you're a king amongst men on the canal walk..........or at least to the fishys. There were a ton of fish, big and small, and they had my dad hooked as everytime he stopped they would approach him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. In hindsight, perhaps he shouldn't have stuck his head in the water.......or I shouldn't have suggested it, he can be very gullible. Naw, but there were a ton of fish and they were watching us. Seriously. They would track your movement along the banks. Maybe people do go down there and feed them worms. Maybe they're Al Quida fish and they're planning a hostile takeover of the Peyton Manning, whatever, its none of my business. My dad came across some poor bastard of a worm. After fat-fingering the retrieval of the worm for like two minutes, he found the hungriest group of fish to toss it the worm too. Oh, the horror......the horror. Real bloodbath for such a small worm. After the canal we strolled around the Monument circle downtown and then had lunch at Johnny Rockets. Very nice time. After the folks left, I resumed my position on the allied front and took on Hilter. This time it was personal........ After waking in a trench I dug in a drunken stupor on my living room floor, I decided that beer and xbox don't mix. Just kidding, on the beer and xbox part ;-) I decided to again force myself outta my domicle and went to see "Live Free or Die Hard". Bruce Willis can father my children so that they may have a chance in this world if terrorism ever becomes real and not just a proproganda technique to raise the price of gas. As a matter of fact, Bruce, go squeeze out a few and I'll cover the cost. Oh, but can I date your daughter? Okay, just throwing that out there. No need to get snippy about it. Seriously, go see the movie and you'll understand.
Finally got my fatass back in the gym after a two week hiatus. Got in some good exercise and decided to celebrate with BW3 wings, buffalo chips and good ol' Miller Lite. My cousin sold me a discount card, that he may or may not have made himself in his basement, yeah, Pop Warner my hairy cheek, and it took a manager and two employees fifteen minutes to figure out if I could use it at that location. That 15% off of food only tasted extra sweet.........especially knowing how much they jack the price of beer there. The waiter abandoned me mid-wing and I was running outta beer to cool the flames. So, I took matters into my own hands. It was empty in there so I went to the bar myself to get another round and the bartender got a chuckle when I asked for a refill like it was a pop. I even had a chuckle when I got back to my delicious wings. On my way home, I was jamming to some Metallica and as I entered my complex I had Sublime pumping. Short lived however as there were two squads sitting with no lights and no drivers in the parking lot. No need to provoke them and I think my "F*ck da Po-lice" bummer sticker really gets the point across (j/k!). Yeah, probably just the standard domestic violence going on. You know, she has to be told twice and damaged his hand whilst receiving the black eyes. Okay, baby jesus is crying after that remark. Yikes!!!! Its called "baby benadryl", baby jesus ;-)
Well, you can see that I'm back and still as ridiculous as ever. Its all I'se gots..............................