I hit Level 40 in World of Warcraft today.
I know, I know: no one else here plays, but this was a sweet moment. This was the battle that that gave me those oh-so precious XPs. Afterwards, there were congratulations from the party, whoops of victory, and then we all went our separate ways.
Sniff.
I remember when I was just a Level One, still in shortpants...
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You ARE having quite the day. Congratulations.
I fed a squirrel a handful of peanuts in Victoria Park, today.
Then Mayor DeCicco-Best came along and I offered the same to her. She declined.
But she did say to me, "Where's that cute little munchkin, Sean Twist? I haven't seen hind nor hair of him ever since I kicked his ass at the Palasad playing pool."
I simply shrugged and said ever since he's gotten a hangover after one or two glasses of vino, I stay away from him because it might be contagious.
Sonny Drysdale is my new constant companion because he can polish off a 2-4 and wake up the next morning as fresh as Honey Pot's under-thingies.
Her Worship wanted you to drop down to Friday Nights Lights sometime soon to say hi and watch the same-old jokers glued to the hockey game.
I admit, she did kick my ass. But she also revealed to me when I drove her back to City Hall that she was a big fan of Babylon Five, so even though she's the mayor, she's a geek.
I envy Sonny's constitution. And his way with the ladies. That man? Smooooth.
And the day I step into Friday Night Lights, Butch, is the day the Seventh Seal is opened.
Kid, they have pole dancing down there in-between periods of the Stanley Cup finals.
And guess who's pole dancing?
Interested?
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