So, I grabbed a six of Raging Bitch (and she is).
I gave her a friend to balance out her bitchiness.
Yes, that's a shark bottle opener. Classy.
Then the shirt and shoes came off and neighbors cringed.
I woke up at 11:30pm (I go to bed at 8:30) with a raging bitch headache that kept me up until 1:30am.
Yesterday, to fully marry my new training schedule from Lucho, I asked him a hundred questions about nutrition and one of the questions was about the nutritional benefits of eating things like pretzels, bagels, and stuff like that (you think I like beer? you should see me with a bag of sourdough pretzels). I sadly sort of already knew the answer. He told me to eat a raw yam at work for my morning snack instead of pretzels.
I brought pretzels today again. Don't tell him. It'll be the last time, so tomorrow - raw yam... I can hardly wait.
|Cousin Fred prepares the sweet tater delivery to my house.|