Well, we’ve had one of the crappiest weeks around here since crap was first invented by Thomas Crapper in 1871. In order to avoid the inevitable onset of carbuncles, vapors, or dropsy, Mary and I are heading off to spend the weekend in the restorative ocean breezes of Balboa, where I grew from prepubescence to fledgling and ultimately unsuccessful manhood, Buster Keaton filmed the climax of College, and my mother’s ashes were interred in a whimsical mausoleum that looks less like a tomb and more like the 7th hole hazard in a miniature golf course.
Have a nice weekend, guys. We’ll see you on Monday.
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