Bob had bitch tits.
My brother in law, Sean (yes, he too goes by a different name, just like myself...a lot of people still call him Scotty, but I'll call him what he wants to be called), bought a new house. And wow, what a house! Two story, nice neighborhood, the only thing it lacks are some dogs--wait, he has those too!
Though, for the time being he's without cable, so he watches movies, and you can't really argue with Fight Club. A modern classic, if there ever was one.
In the meantime, we were planning on seeing Troy, a flick I've read mixed emotions on. However, cash flow problems, partly caused by the Sweet New Pimpride, has caused a damper in those plans.
Damper sucks. Here is me, asking for a damper-less week, thanks.
Otherwise, it's been a strange week. The mood of the house is light-to-moderate weirdness, with a forecast of boredom.
I wish I had something more interesting to talk about, but alas, I do not.




