Down River

I am down in the Port Aransas area today. Just had some crazy good seafood sans 10w-40. The flight down was peppered with clever jokes about the flight attendant that flipped out. Oh, the laughs. I heard that psycho wants his job back. Yea, sure right after they hire back the drunk Northwest pilots. I guy asked me who won the Cowboy game. I said, who cares! Pre season, come on. My ulcer can only handle games that matter. Speaking of games that matter, I'd be a baseball watching fool if they'd dome that ballpark in Arlington. Major, major screw up not put some ac in that place. About June 10th and I am done. If I wanna shvitz, I'll throw on a towel and some flip flops and head to the Korean spa in Garland. But I digress. The coast is nice. It's freakin' hot, but at least there is breeze. The moisture is really screwing up my Flock of Seagulls hair do though. Tonight we are heading to a bar where everyone's tongue looks like its in jail. Cause the lack of teeth, huh? huh? Ahh forget it.