Ride bikes, drink beer, go do your laundry.
This also begs the question “and where are my pants?“
Why, it was just last week when I promised a post chock-full of the vim and vigor you’ve come to expect from my two calloused index fingers.
The short version is MPLS nearly killed me, I haven’t eaten in over twenty four hours, barely slept in twice that, and I think I parted ways with my phone right about here;
But fret not mon frères- I’m gonna have a post written at some point really soon, and when I do, throw your panties in the garbage ’cause you’re not gonna be needing ’em anyway.