Blog, you are an instigator of procrastination. But if Sunday nights are not for procrastination, what are they for? Mass? What? Haven't been in weeks? Shhh.
Hey! I went to the casino this weekend! That's right. High roller playin' Blackjack. I now know how to play one card game, and won money in the learning process. Then I went to the slot machines and decided that pulling that lever is just as fun as I always imagined, but more expensive. It is likely that throwing money from my pocket onto the carpet at Mystic where cheap beer and cigarette must mask the tackiness of the pattern, would have been a slower way to lose cash money*.
I also went to a Timberwolves game on Friday night. Swanky, delicious raviolis were consumed beforehand, shortly followed by the realization that basketball players are a lot bigger when they're only a few feet away. And not feet from the TV to the couch. Although we didn't make it on the KissCam, apparently sitting behind the only Pacers fan in the stadium gets you some screen time in Indiana. It took the first half of the first quarter for Drunk Pacer Dude Fan to convince us to cease our Timberwolves "support" and put ourselves behind the Pacers. Which obviously worked when they won.
Abrupt ending! Homework time! It's like Tool Time but with less Tim Allen and more Google searches of Johnathan Taylor Thomas!
*Totally enamored with Lil' Wayne right now. Google that man and learn about his cough-syrup consumption, the time he shot himself at age 9, and his prolific rap career. Lil' Wayne says "cash money", so I say "cash money". It's a street cred thing. You might not understand.
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