Lots of stuff to do today. Lec and Dog want to go fishing, which to them is drinking beers and smoking cigars. Dog likes to insult me by saying that I don't go fishing, I go boating. Lucky for him that I have enormous self control and rarely fly off the handle, or he could be in store for a knuckle face massage.
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Before I take these irreverent pagans out in the WhaleEye at 1:00 PM, I need to get some tiling done in the basement.
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They don't deserve a Bluefish blitz, but I do, and I'll be in the same boat. So let's see how the Universe sorts out this conumdrum.
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