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.