2001-05-17 :: 3:14 p.m.


So Sleepy Steve 2 is officially in the doghouse. The 'Nuns have registered their complaints with him and, for his own sake, he'd better not call Ruby at this point.

Tsk, tsk. We're so disappointed in you, Steve. We had such high hopes.

Oh well. More where that came from, right?

I've had my Dr. Pepper and I think that cured the headache that was about to start. We nipped that in the bud.

I just remembered that on "prom night" last weekend with the girls, Ruby made us laugh by claiming the lacy shit on her dress felt like dry weave.

Dry weave! That's always funny.

Always! Ha! I'm cracking myself up over here.

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