And we all know where that leads . . .
. . . to tears.
No, no, I meant to say that that leads to me saying thanks to Leonard for a groovy Saturday afternoon of scintillating conversation, bowling, and drinking in the middle of the day. Seriously ("No, seriously, use Hulk Ball. Seriously."), I had a lovely time, and I'm awfully glad I finally got to meet you and your pals, who were smart and funny and really quite adorable. Yes, envy me and my afternoon with three endearing guys,
Peace out, Rocawear Man.
Edit: And now the pictures, they are up. Let me show you them.
Oh, I forgot the content. Mmm, ok, last night I had a dream that I was in Ireland, and there was a strange weir or pond or something that lured children in and sucked them into this thing that basically shredded them into bits of flesh and blood, but then it turned out that someone was PUSHING the children into this mechanism, and I found out about it and had to figure out how to save this one little boy -- but I failed. And he got pulverized. Ummmm . . . so . . . sorry, little dream child. I really did feel bad about it for a few minutes after I woke up. Let's try again tonight!