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It's Hump Day.....hee hee

I am feeling fine. I have been a bit busy. Clint left this morning. He and Ethan headed off to Dallas. Clint was unable to get there before his friend passed away, but he will luckily make the funeral.

So much to do today, so much to do.

#1 MamaDuck is hosting the usual Way Back Wednesday. This weeks theme is "college and inebriation". Instead of posting a jackass picture of myself (because I do that often enough), I decided to post a jackass picture of Clint. I figured, he has been dilly dallying with posting, so why not. I debated about telling the story before or after the picture and decided to tell you before. I am afraid you might not be able to read it through your tears of laughter, unless I tell you ahead of time. It is a simple senario. Boy gets drunk. Boy passes out. Boy's friends are assholes (yes, I was one of them). Boy gets dolled up.


#2 WarCryGirl hosts Half-Nekkid Thursday. Since I am so late posting, I figure I would throw my picture in the pot. This is my friend Shawn and I camping. Who knew Porto Potties were so entertaining. I am on the left.


#3 Wednesday's Wonder Blog just happens to be The Cure For Boredom. Hmmmmmmm.....Hopefully you clicked on her link above and laughed so hard you wet your panties. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and her two boys. She loves a little bit of 80's music and to dope up on coffee. What a woman. Check her out. She is so damn funny.

#4 Self Portrait Friday is all about the computer. Let's see you do your blogging.

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