Hey,
No worries about not calling. I figured you were just taking your vacation seriously. That sucks about your phone. It’s a good thing we backed up all your numbers before you left. I’m a smart SOB if you know what I mean.
Tonight will quite a raucous time here at Howie Feltim manor. I have group today at 5:00 that should last until 6:30. Then I’ve pulled a few good pirated movies from the 80’s to bring in 2008 with a bang. I’m currently charging both DeWalt drill batteries to begin the tedious process of grinding a planters warts from the heel of my left foot. If you’re lucky I’ll do a before and after shot on Flickr. There is a big AA dance in GI tonight but I don’t know if I can handle the hot-box like conditions and caffeine overdoses. They also have a few speakers in town at the local AA hangout but I’m just not sure how ambitious I’m feeling. At this point I’m seriously conteplating a less than productive evening of wallowing in self pity, overdosing on 4 or 5 XXX packs of Scooby Snacks from Blockbuster and season 5 of the West Wing. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
As far as Dennis Leary goes I’ve uploaded a bit of fun for your listening pleasure. The Asshole songs happens to be one of my all time favorites and could very well be played at my funeral (possibly due to the diabetic coma I’m chancing with the Scooby Snacks). My old roommate and I used to perform it at the occasional open mic night. Before I switched from the Sin Wagon to the Band Wagon I used to sing it at the bar once in a while. Never a song I could find on karaoke thought. Anywho, this is what you were looking for: http://www.punchintheclown.com/NoCureForCancer.zip
And with that I bid you farelywell and a Happy New Year. I’m going to be starting karate and Zen medication sometime in January so those are my resolutions. I’m working on the ‘cool as a cucumber’ attitude so I stop yelling at stupid people.
Cue music…
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ auld lang syne
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup !
And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
And gies a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
P.S. If you haven’t already watched The Simpon’s Movie don’t waste your time. I would rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades than watch that piece of shit again.
Whores’ shoes and Penny Loafers,
Howie Feltim
