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A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

Brad called again last night. I’m gonna have to find a way to distinguish between the Brads or this could get confusing. They both have the same last initial though, so that doesn’t work. Brad 1 and Brad 2 would suggest some kind of favoritism, so I’ll avoid that. Hmmm..I’ll think of something.

In the meantime, I’m talking about the Brad I’ve known forever. He actually called, which was unexpected, and left a voicemail. Said he found out he’s going to Kentucky in July, he’ll be home at the end of June. So I guess maybe I’ll see him this summer. I didn’t call him back though, I was so heavily involved with my puzzle all night.

That’s right!! Remember the puzzle from way back around Christmas time? I FINALLY fucking finished it. The whole ordeal was one huge pain in my ass, but it’s done and it’s spectacular. Wish I had a digital camera so I could share its wonder with you. This is the best picture I could find.

 

But trust me, it’s huge and magnificent. And I had a private little celebration for myself when I was done.

2 Responses to “A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto”

  1. bradbice Says:

    I have no problem being Brad 2. Nice puzzle. Uh-huh-huh.

  2. justinbuist Says:

    Kentucky’s not too far to visit. I drove down there once with a buddy for a day-trip. We got across the border, ate at a KFC, and then came back. Pretty relaxing trip… and yes, KFC does taste better when it’s served up by somebody with the Kentucky accent.

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