That Labrador duck f***ing rules. We are bringing them back. I am going to train my black-footed ferrets to ride on their backs when they fly.
We start the day with
@Beef Invictus still on the clock, of course,
@Lord Defect on DUH-ck, Rebels already wasted, and mja on the lido afterdeck.
@ajgoal can make up his pick when he is ready, and Jojo can make his picks up when he gets back, which I think is around Aug. 5.
OK, dream time, but rather than a sweet and romantic and exciting dream, I am going to tell you about something exceedingly stupid. I have this recurring dream where I am back at the newspaper working my job. There are several versions of this dream, most of them involving missed deadlines or stories which I should have covered and didn't. That almost NEVER happened in real life - seriously, very close to never - so I don't know where they are coming from.
The other night I had one of them, and this one started off in a new office that I had found for us. Everyone was very excited, because it was extremely organized and clean and pretty spacious. Everyone was very relaxed. And Henry Winkler was there. You see, I sometimes have dreams where Henry Winkler drives me home, and it is a long drive, and he is a f***ing terrible driver. He has no control on the road. He goes too fast, and he never uses his brakes, and he's all over the road, so every time I am in the car with him I almost die. In fact, I SHOULD die in some of the situations he gets us into, but somehow he gets us out of it and keeps going.
So that happened again. I really don't get a lot of sleep when I'm sleeping.