I need to pay closer attention to my boss’s flight times. Everyone else’s flight was gone by 3:00. Me, I have an 8:00 exit. Time to get airport drunk. Woohoo! Home at midnight. Its a glamorous life. As usual during travel, I have been in meetings all damn day so please excuse any repeats.

I have this 4 Billion year old fossil rock. I feel like there’s a paleontologist’s divorce behind all this. “Oh, yeah! That rock is worth more than everything else I have, and I sure don’t want to lose it to my ex.”

I see Florida Man’s cousin Tennessee Man now has gators to wrassle with along with meth, opioids, and alcohol.

I’m going with there are only assholes in this story.

Oh. And That was a home run. Clown call, bro.

No music today, sorry.