Monday, August 18, 2008

What happens in AC stays in AC…

except for the pictures, souveniers from severe Thunder, penis stirrers, perfecting the perfect Mango Martini, candid girl talk, sexy beach poses and a vague visual left over from the beach of a red banana hammock. If screaming for more Thunder counts as a sport than Bob Costas would be more than happy to add me to his Olympic coverage of cycling, golfing, softball, and wading sports for the week after he tastes a perfect margarita that was created by accident with little ice. Today is a quite tiresome start to the week with sore muscles being awaken from strenuous exercise caused by 8 miles and 6 rounds. I’m so out of shape, I’m lucky I can walk and I wish I had some chocolate ice cream.

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