For those of you who don't have the pleasure of saying, "yeah, I've gotten blotto like The Otto with The Genius" you might not know that this is a thing that happens on the reg. June 2014, San Francisco, if you're counting. And I am, so you should be.
Funny story, true story, it doesn't happen all that often, ask anyone, so you should be pleased to be a part of it, if it does happen in the vicinity of your domicillius. One of those words may not have previously existed before I typed it. If you don't know which word it is, you won't get any prior posts so stop trying.
And this is the humble version of me.
I don't use the mic on kareoke night. But long time readers knew that already.
I rocked "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" before I knew what the feeling was. I was right then, and I'm right now, except for that one thing where I'm probably completely wrong.
