As neat as it was to win that one my jubilation has been somewhat muted as my beloved Sheridan Broncs fell to Green River (the real Green River, not that crap-ass poser in Utardia) in the semis of the Wyoming 5A playoffs.
And then my wife made me go to the damn Friends of the Library auction.
Luckily they had an open bar whereby I was able to both celebrate the Pokes' victory and dull the pain of the Bronc's loss. And pay way too much for a delightful crocheted throw. It's got a cute sad kitty on it.
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I see a hobo. And when I see the hobo, I think to myself, "This man is poor. His monetary value is low, and my monetary value is high, and it's a shame that he is himself. What can I do?"
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