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2005-03-28 - 1:33 p.m. I spent the last several days up in Bethel Maine skiing. The conditions were perfect:
I particularly enjoyed the heated pools and hot tubs, and of course pounding down local micro brews at The Foggy Goggle après ski bar is a must for any seasoned skier. I’m still a bit sore from skiing, and my lips are wind chapped. I feel like I spent the weekend going downtown with Jenna Jameson. My lovely wife had a great time. After years of trying to find the right ski, she finally decided on a set of Head shaped skis and a pair of Diabello boots. Being the wonderful husband that I am, I bought them for her birthday. Since she is, as
nogooddaddy
would say, quite the jewelry slut, I picked her up one of these: I’ve also made reservations in a couple of weeks to celebrate her birthday weekend at the Cape Codder Resort and Spa. I decided to surprise her by booking a loft room which should guarantee me quite the happy ending.
I came home to find that my brother, who was supposed to keep an eye on the house, obviously misinterpreted that to mean: Please use my house as frat party headquarters. What the fuck happens when he watches the house I don’t think I want to know. The cats are still alive, and the house is still there so I guess I shouldn’t complain, but given the conditions of things, I am going to assume that for some unknown reason, my brother decided to let a blind race horse use the bathroom. Judging from the amount of liquor missing from my bar, I believe my brother invited several alcohol deprived frat boys over. I also believe that my brother must have, in a completely selfless act, donated all of my food to some starving family, or perhaps a local food bank. And a quick look at my computer’s history and temp files shows that he obviously had to teach a sex ed class to a group of folks who needed extremely detailed information on horny Asian bimbos.
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