The Absent-Minded Wanker

I should be working on my open love letter to casinos, strip clubs and gay bars.  Soap helped me with some confused facts because I am usually too wasted to remember my times at those establishments.

Why did everyone at the blackjack table think I was a professional blackjack player?  The mind is too blurred.

How many shots of Grey Goose did I order that night at the Penthouse Club?  6?  8?  10??  And what was the

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Vlasic Dill Pickles

That’s code speak for “Classic Caustic.”  I want to remind everyone that my grandfather was a Navajo Codetalker.  That’s what he would tell us anyway. . . after his 15th can of Coors Light.

Hey!  I got your pickle hanging!

Keep a few things in mind as you read this re-post:

1.) I am re-posting a retrospective and a re-post in my re-post.  It’s the blogger equivalent of the “Triple Lindy.”

2.) I faked retirement just like Brett Favre. 

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