Wow, What A Night
Last night I had to escort this blind ex-Army Colonel all over the city. I forget why, but I had to. We ended up having a bunch of crazy adventures. I let him drive a car, we taught this woman to tango, and then he slept with a prostitute to cap the night off. Later he tried to kill himself, but I convinced him not to. I’m think of selling this story to a movie studio. I think a good title for it would be “How Women Smell.” That, or “The Yelling Blind Man.”
God, that was so unfunny I’m ashamed of myself. But this is true: Tomorrow morning I’m heading to Las Vegas for my friend’s bachelor party. He will be my first close friend to get married and it will be my first trip to Las Vegas. Considering the guys I’m going with, I can’t imagine that this trip will end up well. We’ll probably have fun the first night or two, and then at least two of the guys in the group will end up fighting each other in an alley. I’ve tried to figure out a better way for things to pan out, but I’m 99 percent sure that that’s what will happen: an alley fight.
And don’t forget, keep sending in those goat pictures! Have a goat day, everygoat!
