I quit smoking back in January. And I went months without smoking a single cigarette.
I caved and picked it up again over a few days at some point this year. Then quit again. And as it stand now, I cheat on occasion.
Like this last weekend when B.A. came to town. He used to smoke as well, so now he only buys cigarettes when he comes to Columbus to hang with me. Or when I go to Columbia City.
So I get to use him as an excuse to bum a few and he gets to use me as an excuse to have a few. It’s not a bad little system.
Continue reading ‘Tiffany Finds Cigarettes That Are 8 Years Old’
Back in our college days at Ohio State, B.A. and I partied till the sun came up on a number of occasions.
There were many evenings that turned into mornings right before our eyes as the sun peaked over the horizon.
On some of those instances we had good excuses, whether it be after hours parties that just never died or knowing that we’d have to wake up at 6 a.m. for kegs and eggs prior to an OSU home game anyway. And it made more sense just to stay up all night than to wake up hung over at 5:30.
But more often then not, we would just sip on our cans of Natural Light and bullshit till the wee hours of the morning for no particular reason whatsoever.
Continue reading ‘B.A. & I Party Like It’s 1999′
B.A. and Jenn learned their baby is a girl and have decided to call her Emma Lynn Flanagan.
This means that I was wrong with my prediction that they would have a boy and I will have to return my sleeveless flannel shirts to Wal-Mart in favor on baby clothes plastered with Winnie The Pooh graphics.
This is Emma’s face:
This is Emma’s arm:
Continue reading ‘Introducing Emma Lynn Flanagan’
“Fort Wayne, Indiana! Wow, my career’s REALLY taking off.”
A stand up comedian opened his show with that line Saturday and I laughed my ass off.
If you went to visit B.A., you would understand.
Let’s just say the city’s about 10 years behind the times.
But in its defense, mullets (shown right), cougars and pimps all come together and seem to get along.
Maybe it’s because Piere’s is the only club in Fort Wayne. I’m still not sure.
“Cougar,” to describe an old single woman prowling the bar scene, is a relatively new term to me and I don’t know if it’s supposed to have a negative connotation or a positive one — like “milf” for example. For this post mean it as a pure insult.
Continue reading ‘We Woke Up In An Indiana Town’
Two weeks after B.A. & Jenn’s last ultrasound, the multiplying duo returned to the doctor for a new round of glamour shots.
This time baby Flanagan looks less like the sonar signature of an Akula-class submarine and more like something that will one day have a signature of another kind. One can almost make out individual arms and legs.
Now, whether she’ll give birth to a baby B.A. or a baby Pokémon is still up in the air.
Previously: A New Hope, Bad Ass Soldier.
Reports from the rebel base on Yavin IV indicate this Imperial I Star Destroyer (circled in red) was spotted at 84-35-299 of Yavin’s space sector. Rumors of accelerated Imperial aggressiveness appear to be validated.
Ahem, excuse me.
All reports out of Indy are positive as B.A. indicates baby Flanagan’s heartbeat is strong. Also confirmed by the doctor, little Flanagan, like father, prefers to go sleeveless.
Previously: Bad Ass Soldier.
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