You and Kasey are in an airport sipping cocktails, waiting to jet off to an island paradise.
Eric and I are braving an eight hour drive later today in crappy high wind and snow to visit family up in Oregon.
(Ok, this is when someone else comes along and posts about something they have to do that's crappier than what I have to do which is by far crappier than what RS is doing).
You and Kasey are in an airport sipping cocktails, waiting to jet off to an island paradise.
Eric and I are braving an eight hour drive later today in crappy high wind and snow to visit family up in Oregon.
(Ok, this is when someone else comes along and posts about something they have to do that's crappier than what I have to do which is by far crappier than what RS is doing).
Hey, if you happen to stop in Klamath Falls I know this quaint little bed & breakfast you may want to check out. Miss Cheyenne's down on Old Mill Rd. They cater to the most eclectic of tastes.
(Ok, this is when someone else comes along and posts about something they have to do that's crappier than what I have to do which is by far crappier than what RS is doing).
I would rather be in Texas in 100 degree heat cleaning your septic tank for a lousy Budweiser than driving 500 miles up north to hear my mother crow at me for three days. Oh yea ... it's that bad.
And thanks to MP's new low-carb Atkins Rep Diet I can't even rep you for the toothbrush part.
Don't worry, Rockstar's vacation will be your entertainment. I have had an hidden webcam installed in his hotel room, so you can see him and Kasey....pass out before doing anything interesting.
