It's the eve of the day before the Polar Bear Plunge and it has officially occurred to me that this was both a terrible and awful idea. I mean, really, what the bloody hell was I thinking!? I'm cold RIGHT NOW, in a suit jacket, temperature controlled office, half of an EXTRA HOT mocha in my stomach and the other half in my right hand (ok ok and about .4% on my shirt. How did you know that?).
Did I mention that the heater is blasting right behind me? Why didn't anybody stop me?! First the caffeine thing, now this. I'm dissapointed. Dissapointed in all of you. Go to your rooms.
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....and pick up your wet towels!
The same reason we stare at car wrecks that we pass on the highway...
I would like to ask you to do something of potentially little or no relevance..I was wondering, if when you jumped in...If you would just do me a solid and notate anything of interest...and...at a time of your choosing would discuss with me what, if anything that was down there?...No pressure or anything..just if you happen to think about it...Keep an eye out for anything sparkly...Jimmy Hoffa...
maybe because you DIDN"T ASK US!!!!
sheesh.
-bb
We all know that Jimmy Hoffa is buried in the Meadowlands of New Jersy - not in the shores of Sandy Point State Park in the Chesapeake Bay.
Joel, gimme some money. No reason. Just gimme!
How's that?
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