Shootout...What the F

The one fucking wings game in the las two weeks that we didn't go to franks to watch and...... theres a fucking shootout. If i didn't have bad luck i'd have no luck at all. Dinner at the Claddaugh was real good though and the company was entertaining. Oh, and i got my first present of this holiday season. I gots some stuff to help with my nasty elbows, awesome. "It puts the scrub on its skin". Notting Hill and endless websurfing, can you think of a better way to spend a night. I love being nocturnal. (Awkward silence followed by elephant noise, which i must say have been especially good as of late)