Monday, February 16, 2015

Freddie Mercury and naked chicks oh my

It's very grey today.

Every time we see a car with a Tardis bumper sticker (they seem to be everywhere) TGB shouts NERD! I don't have the heart to point out that nerd-on-nerd crime is just sad.

If this upsets you, I bet you didn't have sex in high school.
I have to go running today. That means this post is nothing more than an attempt to postpone that shit as long as possible, In fact, running is the great cure to writer's block. All of a sudden I feel synapses firing at a rapid rate. Sure, it could be gas.

On that note, as I was gazing out the window, a husband was riding his bike as his wife did all the running. He's doing it right.