Under most circumstances this would be a risky post, kinda like writing about sex and hoping your Mom doesn't read the dirty details. BUT...since I have no doubt that the mammal I'm about to semi-embarrass doesn't have a computer (or running water at his apartment, for that matter) I am officially worry free. Here's the transcript from an actual conversation between me and a nameless landscaper idiot:
Person who is dumber than me: Where's the bark behind the woodpile?
Me: (dumbfounded) Behind the goddamn woodpile!
That's all for now.
Here's something to excite you: Ohio State football preview coming Thursday night. Horny?