Last night, the wind roared through here like a jet airplane.

If their fire isn't hot, their lunch isn't very hot either.

So, one night when my mom and sister were gone, Aron and I wasted several six packs and got drunk. Yep. There we were. Drunk. In my house. Nothing magical happened. There was no enlightenment. We both staggered around like idiots. Then Aron went off to the bathroom and puked for the longest time.

It was a tough night. We stunk it up.

They got some looks tonight, and they just didn't make them tonight. Any other night they probably knock some of those shots down.

That means any Monday night our retirees or our members could have their pension arbitrarily reduced any Monday night, that's a very scary thought.