At the airport, waiting to board the first of 3 flights
That will eventually drop me sometime Monday-ish
And hopefully my guitar for a fucking change
In Darwin
I have my travel pillow
Fully charged iPod
Snacks
A few glasses of red under my belt
And high hopes for a longer-than-long-wake-up-with-crusty-eyes-and-dribble-on-my-face sleep
Plan B – sleeping tablets
And a free punch in the face for any screaming kids
Hope your weekend is full of good people
Good food
Good wine
And good times
And if you’re lucky
Some good electric spinach too
I was reading an article at The Med Guru
‘Cause you know, I’m ALL ABOUT reading up on the latest health tips they have to offer
And hangover cures
The story I found was about how men that stare at women’s boobs, can add years to their lives
And I was all, what is this fuckery?
And did Diamond write this shit?
A German study (like we didn’t already know the Germans were nork-lovers) said that men who ogle at the breasts of women daily exhibited lower blood pressure, slower resting pulse rates and lesser episodes of coronary artery disease
It went on to say that their study indicates that engaging in this activity a few minutes daily cuts the risk of stroke
But I bet it INCREASES the rate of STROK-ING
The bad news in all of this?
That the extra few years added to your life aren’t going to mean shit, when your wife catches you perving at other women’s tits, boys
And your new-found horny-ness is useless when you’re sleeping in the doghouse
Or in extreme cases, left without a penis
But the good news?
My Dad is going to live forever!
