I've gotten all the way to work on at least two occasions that I totally forgot my wallet so I can't really say anything is impossible for me to forget, but I guess that’s as close an object to fit this boring assed blog topic. After all, my wallet contains the magic get out of speeding ticket shield, really the one thing that I love about my job. But upon reflection the older I get the less I speed. I find myself wanting to instinctively jam on the brakes when I see a squad car but then I look down at the speedometer and I'm doing like 3 miles over the limit. When the hell did I get so old?
Well it's a good thing no one reads this because this blog is boring and sucks frog genetalia. Power Rangers, Nancy Reagan, Nerf football enemas, stinky glandular disorders, and just plain old toe fungus. There that'll spice things up!
Poo Hoo Ha Ha. Guess I'm just tired and giddy. It's my weekend!!!
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