Remember last Thursday, when I said I was going hunting with a former U.S. Vice President? And that I was going to wear a lot of bright, reflective clothing?
Yes, well, it didn’t work: the S.O.B. shot me right in my ass anyhow. What’s more, I’m positive that it was intentional, what with all his Penguin-style laughing about “the most dangerous game.” On the plus side, it alleviates any residual guilt I had for bedding his youngest daughter several years ago.
Okay, I’m off to convalesce. Updates will probably be sporadic this week. After all, with great ass pain comes great prescription medication. Ciao.