I stopped by the bar on my back from the store where I was like 66 cents short of getting a 50 milligram THC drink. I was going back home to grab the change off the cabinet top that the turntable sits on.
There was a crowd outside the bar watching none other than the Tyson fight that a less lazy blogger would put a link to right here...
Anyways, I found some copious roaches abandoned in ashtrays, after learning from one guy sitting there watching that nobody had really gotten hit yet. It was the 5th round...
At the store run by Israeli's, or the Shell, as it is advertised, I learned that the particular gloves used during this officially sanctioned fight were, to the person who may have never boxed, but has battled siblings with stuffed animals while bouncing on beds, "more like pillows," according to my source...
Anyways; gotta ease back into blogging gradually, happy Saturday, and may the college football match ups intrigue thee...
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