Friday Night with Otis - A Two-a-Day

That's right folks. This is the second posting of the day. I don't need to take any crap from people who don't have anything better to do than read this dribble. So I figure I may as well give you more than you can read.

For those of you that were confused or merely bothered by the Banana Kangaroo story, well too bad. That's the kind of shit that floats around in my mind and I need to let it out once in a while. The process started the other night when Chick brought Mo downstairs in a yellow sleeper outfit. She referred to her as being in a banana suit. The next morning I was feeding Mo in the same outfit while watching TPIR and things just started to click. Her outfit actually had a giraffe on it but for some reason I was stuck on kangaroo. Again, for anyone who wishes to hear the end of the story, just ask.

Football season is right around the corner. I have my first fanatsy draft this Sunday. I have been slated with the Number 2 pick and I think I have to take Peyton Manning. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's tough taking a quarterback at number two, but he's better than the average bear Boo Boo.

Morgan is awesome. If you check out the latest pitcure of her by clicking on Humbert Baby up in the right-hand corner you can see how happy she is. That smile is not a rarity. That is actually how I see her most of the day. I would like to think she just likes smiling at her daddy but most of the time she's happy because she just shit her pants.

Hey Toolspeed! What's on your Blog?!?!?!?

We didn't make it to the concert tonight. It's not like it was the Rolling Stones or anything. It was just a local blues band that was going to play in our little downtown area. But sometimes that show is more enjoyable than the superstars that charge one hundred bucks a ticket just to here songs that they have been playing for 25 years. Either way, we didn't make it.

Well that's all I have for tonight. In some ways I wish I had more to say, but then my life is quite boring and if you spend too much time wondering what a boring guy is doing than what does that make you?

(Yes, that was the sentence I was looking for. Bite me.)