End Of Days

I've officially figured out how it will all end. It will be summer; I don't do well in warm weather. I will either be lifting weights in the basement, hauling 30-packs of Milwaukee's Best Light to the back door, or standing in line at Sam's Club after I realize the person I went with - the person with the membership - is nowhere to be seen when I get up to the cashier. That or shoveling snow in the winter if I can't get the snowblower running.

Mark my words: GA-RUN-TEED.

Till then I will indulge myself with $.44 beers and $1 packs of cigarettes. And free porn. Gotta "love" that free porn.