A Coat...No Coat. A Slappable Offensive By All Accounts

Let's just get this out of the way:
If you own a coat, you should be thankful. In giving thanks, it is customary to actually wear the coat...Especially if it's 5 degrees in Indy.
I have seen plenty of people not wearing coats - who can afford them and have them - and it makes me slappy. Admittedly, I don't like wearing extra clothes (if you could have only seen Spring Break 97) but when it's so cold your snot freezes and your extra hot latte is iced cold when you finally get into your building...it's time to effing wear it.
Same goes for Summer. Please, man on 38th and Keystone, take off your chinchilla coat in the middle of July. I know you're a pimp and I can appreciate that but watching your writhe in white fur when it's 88 degrees...not cool.
Rant over. Now for some drink-related porn. I went out with my former Chronic Disease(d) cohorts this past weekend. We started out downing some fine German beer and ended up in a gay bar dancing on tables with shirtless men donning nipple piercing. Above is a photo of moi - Livin La Vida Lohan.

Superbowl = Super-Infantile Behavior

Yay for the Colts! I don't care much for organized sports - unless it's hockey - but nonetheless, the Colts have won the Superbowl and the rednecks in my city have commenced going effing crazy. I think it's cool for our city and all, but I had a much better time just hanging with my friends during the game and draining New Castles - Jennie and I making fun of every fist pump and gutteral "Yeah! Go Peyton!" that was uttered.

Also, three cheers to Jennie who is getting a new car to drive me around in. In honor of that and of the snow that we finally have, I did crank out this little gem. Don't you love me Jennie?

Love, Your Friend with a 6th Grade Mentality...