In which FHC gets in trouble on the highway

Let me tell you that I am quite sorry I only get to blog so late. You need to know, though, that I have a cute excuse: on my way to Annopolis the brakes of the car (a dodge) went in pretty flames while we were on the highway. Afterwards I ran into a few difficulties such as calling 411 instead of 911 and explaining to an incompetent operator that my tires went in fire - she politely replied “yes but what address do you want me to find?”. A fun conversation which not only cost me $2.49 but did not solve my burning issue. I ended up spending the evening in the middle of nowhere at Bowie Automotive Part (which was closed at that time unfortunately and populated mostly by illegal Mexican immigrants) until I finally found a ride to my final destination. The most amazing part of the whole adventure being that I found a wireless connection while in Bowie.

In other news, I am fat. I have two weeks before Cyprus and have no idea what to do to avoid h aving my mother commenting five days straight about my obesity and how I drink too much soda and how everybody in my father’s family turn into a fat ass at 30 years old etc… etc… I have two weeks to starve myself to death. Also to whom belongs the 202 669 7923 number ?

Comments

[LL]

I just got off the phone with FHC, and he said: "Good night FATTY!" Apparently, obesity runs in the family.

[kevin d.]

well, i called 202-669-7923 at 2:14 this morning, and all i heard was margaret thatcher saying that you'd better not show up in cyprus with your legs looking the way they do. perhaps a topical cream for the cellulite?