Snuphy's blog

I still love you.  Lately, well, I feel like we’ve been growing apart.  The way you’ve started talking about your hopes and dreams for the future just doesn’t sound like you.  Or at least it doesn’t sound like us.  You’ve changed.  It’s not all good.

An excerpt from my 6 YO’s writing journal:

A translation for those who aren’t fluent in kindergarten:  “I really want a dog but daddy won’t let us because he thinks it will drink all of the beer.”

I’m certain this is totally unrelated:

The culmination of two years’ worth of Christmas presents to me !!!  A keezer !!!  (erm, think kegerator, but made from a [i]freezer[/i])

Friday I ended what was a craptastic two week stint of stress and sobriety.  I was worn down, beat.  I had deprived my console of electric current during much of this time.  I was really looking forward to kicking back, drinking a few beers, playing a few video games, and having a few laughs.

Hi.  My name is Snuphy.  I have ED.  No, no, not that kind of ED.  I still get or turn into a raging hard on at the mere thought of lady parts.  I think I have gaming ED.  You know, the kind of ED where gaming no longer makes my loins stir as they once did. 

I've been frequenting a local pizza shop that has a small yet outstanding selection of craft beer. I’ve dubbed the joint the “Home of the $30 Pie”. It seems that by the time I pay for a pizza pie, pay for a beer or two to drink while waiting for the pie to bake, and pay for a selection of beer to drink at home while eating the pie, thirty bucks has flown out of my wallet.

I would have guessed that April 5th is too early in the year to contract poison ivy rash on one's testicle.  I would have guessed wrong.

I would have guessed that April 5th is too early in the year to contract poison ivy rash on one's testicle.  I would have guessed wrong.