I Have An Idea of What Goes on in H-E double-hockey-stick
Britt and I just got back from seeing the play Blues for Mister Charlie. Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongest play ever. Over 3 hours, my friends. Over 3 hours, 2 intermissions and bad acting while I sat in an uncomfortable chair in the front row.
Don't get me wrong, the play expressed an important message and all that jazz. There were also 3-4 excellent actors who made their characters come to life. But practically everything else was bad. BAD. I'm now gorging myself on Cookie Dough Chip ice cream, liquorish and cherry coke to recover.
There are currently 3 cop cars sitting outside me dorm. I gave my roomie the task of figuring out what's-what when she goes to work tonight.
Don't get me wrong, the play expressed an important message and all that jazz. There were also 3-4 excellent actors who made their characters come to life. But practically everything else was bad. BAD. I'm now gorging myself on Cookie Dough Chip ice cream, liquorish and cherry coke to recover.
There are currently 3 cop cars sitting outside me dorm. I gave my roomie the task of figuring out what's-what when she goes to work tonight.
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