Sorry for the lack of correspondence. While Love
Boat’s Ted Lange is my
beacon, football and travels related are my vice.
Seeing that it is already after 5 on Friday this will be very brief and
fairly innocuous. Except for shit, motherfucker, Lord
Cornbury, and balls.
For those that have the misfortune of knowing Jay
Sones, he has asked
that people meet at Soulshine after 9:30. Rather than staging an in-depth
post-debate roundtable with J.L.
Jones, this gathering is for a non-partisan
celebration of Jay’s birthday.
Additionally, Oxford’s Preacher’s
Kids will be playing at Martin’s
later in the evening. BTW, if anybody has Ann Evan’s email, I’d appreciate
Speaking of Oxford, I have signed up for the pay-per-view of the
South Carolina game. The bloodletting begins at noon. Feel free to come
on over. That night, (ironically) Detroit’s Saturday Looks Good to Me will
play Martin’s. They’re essentially indie pop, but not in that lame sunshine
way. If you want to try them on for size, check out this song.
Saints host the Bucs in the Dome at noon. If you want to see me sit
on my couch and throw a temper tantrum with no pants on, come by around
Strathnavern Dunkheld-Fowles IV, Esq. (Ret.)
P.S. Lord Cornbury’s tennis balls not only smell like shit, but they are
flat as a motherfucker, to boot.
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