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Bahahaha, title is still not working, I've always been someone with little to no patience, a poster boy for anger management if you will, something as petty as computer issues and I fell like jamming the keyboard in the dead center of the monitor, then turn the desk into splinters and wrap the whole thing up with the cords, then try and take it back to Future shop for a refund, wonder if that would work....

Another day is done and gone in Dairyville, and tomorrow is hump day, weekend countdown will soon begin. I am going to stay away from the single malts this time. Ended up taking my lady to a Wine and Scotch bar, seemed like a good idea to me. Great place, quiet, very friendly owner, came to the table introduced himself and gave us a brief history on Scotch.

I order an ounce straight up, 7.50 a shot, hmm, can by a bottle of Colt 45 for that much, but hey want to enjoy a nice night out. Next shot is 9.50, orange had a vomit smell, but actually quite tasty. 9.50...not sure it was worth it, but if you are ever in need of heat, to hell with the hot mits or a bonfire, just crack open a bottle of Glenmorangie. Last shot 12.50, I could have went all the way to 25, reminded me of Deal or No Deal, but I stayed at three, this added to the bottle of wine was proving to be plenty, especially with the Honda parked outside. Well three shots in, internal temp of 107, and I go to get up, slight loss of communication with the spinal cord, the fat guy is a little tipsy, home for bed...no, off to the dance bar and shifting gears to some barley soup, oh yes here comes the poor mans JT, beer guzzling till close, lets just say the scotch, wine, beer, smoke mix proved to be a recipe for disaster, ole JJ woke up the next day and had to take the kids to the company kids xmas party.

Ever have to be around ur coworkers with a steel splitting headache, nauseaus stomach, and still dizzy, ohhh yes, add some Coke Zero and some Nacho popcorn and throw in a scene from Jim Carrey's the Grinch at the Who pudding tasting and lets just say I was choking down the popcorn butter and barley for an hour, yes sweet little Sunday it was, famous last words....never again...well not until the weekend!