A Fine Kettle of Cookies, Eh?

I knew I should've never watched the movie Office Space. For one reason, the whole thing is very authentic. I've been forced into being three or four of those characters within the last 11 years working in this field (of dead baby kittens). Maybe five, counting the redneck who lived next door to the lead character, "Peterm'n, watch yer cornhole" guy. Which I'm still not sure if his name was Peter or Peterman since I missed the first 15 minutes and also have a thinking disorder. Oh wait, I remember... who cares.

Anyway, I have completely forgotten about what I was gonna gripe about...

It may have involved prison references.

Oh wait no, it may have involved AOL and how they are SOB's. Apparently once a person closes an account with AOL, one can't use a five-year-old instant message name anymore. Even though it's been functional for about four months after the aforementioned cancellation. So now in lieu of consistency, flying in the face of a once-named Labmonkie is now the archnemesis known as OreoBCookiefoot. It's a long story, but at least it works. But whatever. As Ron says: "They shall be the first to enter the Re-Education Camps when I start runnin' things, huuu-ha-haaaaaaaaaaa."

Ah who cares. I'm going to the Grizzlies game tonight. And they beat New York last night. And they have hot wings at the arena. And there's not much more to care about after that. It's Dollar Night meaning that po'corn, peanurtz and dranks are one American dollar apiece. Which is great because that means I could actually go to a game (free tickets because we wore Hawaiian shirts last time) and get out of that place spending less than five bucks.

But I really want two beers and some hot wings. Hmmmm. If I have learned nothing from this economy except how to stretch a buck tight enough to sustain an atomic chain reaction, then I have learned nothing of any importance.

Plan A: Go to game, get diet drink, popcorn and peanuts = 3 bucks
Plan B: Go to game, get diet drink and (Ron came up with this one) wait for the inexperienced hot wing purchaser, offer to pay them 2 bucks for the wings they are on the verge of throwing away because they are Hell-Hath-No-Fury hot, but ONLY if he/she agrees to not touch the food anywhere else upon the offer. = 3 bucks

You see why we're getting married? He's perfect.

Mmmmmmm... recessionnn.

Oh that's one more thing I need to start talking about: The Ultimate Niagara Falls Wedding, which is coming soon... Countdown to Canada...

Aw hell yeah.