It was a pretty good day down in the Hive.
Even the knuckleheads couldn't get me down. They'd yell obscenities at me and I would zing them back with "Yo Mama" cracks so fast it would leave them speechless.
Unprofessional, I know. But I didn't care.
It was my second to the last down down in the Hive and I was determined to have a good day. And I did.
Nothing big or crazy happened.
We didn't have to run our legs off.
Everything anybody said tonight was funny. And Drew making the frog face while he was telling us a joke left us in stitches.
And of course Chucky entertained us with his musical farts all night long.
Those are always a big hit with us.
Nothing much to write about other than pretty much nothing happened.
If tomorrow is half as good it will be a great way to wrap it up.
Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht - *That's an old Yiddish proverb that some translate to this: "Man plans, God laughs." I have had many occasions in my life to use that quotation.* *Don't ...
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