All Work and No Play?

I figured it was time to post something a little more light hearted as yesterday's post seemed to be a mood killer of some type.

Last night, Shamus and I went to Twist for what Shamus has coined a "drinky poo". Walk in the door and we see a mutual aquaintance, who give me a sweet little peck and then gives Shamus the tongue. All I'm gonna say is three words.

SHAMUS GOT SOME!!!!!!

Go girl! Make this Irishman proud! It's about time someone else earned my reputation!


Tonight I leave for a weekend in Atlanta. I'm performing at a college down there Saturday evening. Hmmm...nothing like hanging out on what can only be considered an Ambercrombie and Fitch photo shoot. I think I may have to play count the shirtless boy game. It's where you count the number of shirtless boys you see that you think are hot. My record was when I went to a circuit party. I gave up counting after 500. At that point it didn't matter anymore.

So I hope you all have a great Friday, but for me...I'll be working my material a bit polishing up my college jokes.

I'll leave you with one inappropiate one for the day though.

Two women were waiting for a bus on a Friday afternoon when the one woman looks at the other and says:
"Damn...my husband sent me flowers. Now I'm going to have to keep my legs in the air all weekend"
The other woman looks over and says, "Why...don't you have a vase?"