Read Now For Insight On Genitals, Nudity, and Pooping

I'm not feeling the writing bug today (See: Entry title), so I figured I'd steal something old, re-do it a little, and call it new. Witness the dopiness:

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My King Cubano brother got home yesterday, with a decent tan, and much-needed haircut. He didn't witness or cause any coups while in the land of Fidel, and that's always nice.

We had new furnace and air conditioning units installed today, resulting in me being prematurely awakened, kicked out of my subterranean lair, and washing the stench of death from my body in a weak, cold shower upstairs. (I don't know if that was a product of the water being shut off, or if it's usually like that, but I'm glad there's another shower available down here.)

I know the picture isn't real exciting on its own. Now consider that it was taken by a washing machine. Your mind is blown.

My dog didn't like all the banging coming from the basement, as evidenced by her cocked-headed staring at the air vent. With nothing better to do, I took her outside for a little while. Random wandering through the park might be a good solution to getting my knees in better shape. Not too strenuous, and it gets the muscles working for a little while. Plus the fresh air and sunshine, which I hear is healthy. My skin shouldn't be the colour of the plaster on the walls.

Another valuable lesson learned: Don't leave bagged dog poop baking in the sun.