My AC is going full-blast, and I’m still dripping with sweat.
Yesterday was my birthday party, and the hottest day of the year so far. I wisely decided to do the party outdoors, at a beer garden. Everyone melted into puddles and got mopped away by ladies wearing wench costumes.
Another thing that happened at the beer garden: Every single person I know left with their wife, husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, triad relationship or casual fling. Everyone, that is, except the birthday girl. I think you know what this means.
It means it’s time to find new single friends. Coworker Dennis and I will be accepting applications. In order to qualify, you must be:
1) Doy, single.
2) Able to read. (You must also own books, particularly ones you’d like to lend me.)
3) Able to drink and fond of doing so.
4) Not totally insane.
5) Not totally sane either, because what would we talk about?
Females, males, and persons of all known genders and inclinations are welcome. Applications may be included in the comments.