It was just one of those wild and weird days that you have every once in awhile. I seem to be having them more often. Who would have thought that when I set out for work this morning that I would wind up getting a hard bare-ass paddling from the secretary in her office, hitting a three-run homer for the Chicago Cubs to win the game in the tenth inning, eating a good meal at Denny's and run over my big toes with the lawnmower?
I.B. Moleturd
