The return of That Guy.
He's back from his sojourn to the wilds of Nevada, once again without sordid tales of back room betting, drunken debauchery, strippers, or Cirque shows.
Why do I put up with him, again?
He climbed rocks. He apparently did not climb as many rocks as he did last year, because last year he complained that none of his XL shirts fit him - too tight in the arms and neck - after mid-week. This year, his shirts still fit. This might have something to do with the unholy amount of whining I do when his biceps surpass a certain size. If they're too large, they're not comfortable for me to sleep on, and it is, as always, ALL ABOUT ME!
Or else he was just feeling lazy. Could be either.
In two weeks, he leaves for Germany. I have some serious plotting to do between now and then. Last year, he went to England and Je M'ap got some courtly Elizabethan duds and a sword. That Guy is expecting some sort of teddy bear foo, which means I'll have to come up with something else that's clever and surprising, even though the teddy bear garb is going to be really hard to top.
Hm. Plotting.
Why do I put up with him, again?
He climbed rocks. He apparently did not climb as many rocks as he did last year, because last year he complained that none of his XL shirts fit him - too tight in the arms and neck - after mid-week. This year, his shirts still fit. This might have something to do with the unholy amount of whining I do when his biceps surpass a certain size. If they're too large, they're not comfortable for me to sleep on, and it is, as always, ALL ABOUT ME!
Or else he was just feeling lazy. Could be either.
In two weeks, he leaves for Germany. I have some serious plotting to do between now and then. Last year, he went to England and Je M'ap got some courtly Elizabethan duds and a sword. That Guy is expecting some sort of teddy bear foo, which means I'll have to come up with something else that's clever and surprising, even though the teddy bear garb is going to be really hard to top.
Hm. Plotting.