My Masonic Apron: Thank God

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Friday, August 12, 2011

Thank God

Thank God I'm back.

I was beginning to run out of ideas!

Actually... I think I have.

Shit.

Okay-- you're up. What should I write about for tomorrow?

I mean, sure, I'll be tempted to regale you with tales of how I got oral herpes from hooking up with The Blarney Stone (I was warned that locals urinate on it-- like I had any intention of kissing the fucking thing in the first place) and how our tour bus murdered four dozen defenseless sheep, but I can't imagine that sitting you down to tell you all about our vacation is going to be endlessly fascinating for you. I mean, it smacks very much of those not-so-distant days when people invited friends over to sit on plaid couches to show them slides of their vacations.

While serving chips and dip.

I mean, I wouldn't do that to you. I'll just put the pictures up on Facebook because, somehow, that's much cooler than a slide-show.