Bobbin' and Weavin'

Im having a shitty day. Leave it to me to have to be in the office at 8 inna mornin and go out drinking the night before. My body is in turmoil. I feel like my kidneys are having a kickboxing session with my torso. And lo' and behold what greets me in the morning. My brother using the loudest friggin' shaver in the world to trim his mug. Rude awakening? I think so. Cranky? Hell yeah! Not a wise way to start the day. And being in the industry where I have to speak to people the whole day doesn't make things any better. Fuck. I sometimes just wish I could just have my morning coffee and when people ask me stupid questions I could put on my best smile and say:

'Nuff said. HAHAHAH!

I guess my only solace is knowing that it's Thursday and then 'twill be Friday which is only one more day to the German Bierfest. El yay! I haven't been to one yet in my life and from what I've heard its quite the experience. Nothing better than to chase away the blues of any young man with more liks(liquour for those didnt know). Should be fun. Should be filled with some beautiful young creatures looking for a bit of lovin'. And who better to fulfill their needs? Hmmm? Who? Me? Really? Oh thank you you're too kind. That's what I thought. Let the madness begin...

Fuck this, I'm gona make a plan and get some pics as best as I can. 'N man moet a plan maak' as they say in Afrikaans.(Shit thats the most I know next to a few other phrases. God forbid anybody starts to have a converstaion with me. Yowza!) So here is me solemly swearing to be as efficient about geting some pics up. In the words of James Brown: "Watch me!"(spinning and hair-juice flying all over the place!).

***Standing with back upright, clutching fist to the heart and in loud sing-song***

"I pleadge allegiance to the blog of Fluffy Dice that I will do as promised. If I dont and you dont like it then I request that you have a coke and a smile and shut the fuck up"...Well you get the point.

Peaces!

PS - My head hurts