From the Muffin Man himself, I’m crowning the muffins I ate today the best muffins ever. I’m confident they would win any muffin contest in the Universe.
As a muffin enthusiast, today was a great day. While at a training session for work (where I mostly mastered the art of sleeping sitting straight up without nodding), I noticed a nice little spread of doughnuts, all sorts of French pastries, and the best muffins in the world. I wasn’t shy about it either. I probably had a least four muffins today. In fact, the guy sitting next to me (whose name is Zachary Morris by the way) at one point asked, “Man, are you hungry?”
"No, actually I’m completely stuffed, but these are the best muffins in the world and I can’t stop eating them and refuse to let them go to waste."
Moist and soft, a cinnamony-sugary topping, fruit-filled. Crown it.
Barack is a funny guy. The above video is a response to the “debate" this past Wednesday night. At about the 2:25 mark Obama brushes his shoulders off, which is pretty fly. I really like the candor that he brings to the table.
Zorbing looks really fun.
Who wants to go to the Smoky Mountains this summer? Sounds like a pretty sweet little vaca if you ask me. It’s only 9 hours or so away, so it’s like a perfect road trip, and I’m sure there are plenty of camp sites near. Holla at it.
A bird did his duty on me yesterday morning while I was walking to work. It was a direct hit to my left hand and a partial hit on the cuff of my brand new white shirt. Although I was somewhat upset, I was more amazed, because the odds of this happening have to be slim-to-none.
This sort of thing doesn’t happen often, if ever. In fact, I can only remember one other time this has happened to me, and that was in fifth grade when a bird splattered on the back of my neck while I was innocently playing alligator tag. There are two reasons that I remember that occasion. The first being the fact that there was a rock mixed in with with the doo, and it was somewhat painful. The second reason is that those brats at Rockdale Elementary made fun of me, like it was my fault assholes, get a life.
Anyway, below are some interesting odds, true or not, that I found on the internet.
Speaking of odds, I actually bought a lottery ticket last night on the way home from work in hopes that my luck (or lack thereof) hadn’t run out.
Think about it, but don’t think too hard, because there is really not a thing you can do about it.