When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Vacation Sucked
St. Lucia was beautiful Vacation blew donkey ballz Jen got a Concussion Departure plane had to make an emergency Landing Flight out next day was delayed I'm still not &%*&#$ at home yet
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