The Usual Suspects arrived back in Jersey after a week sunshine, power drinking, power eating, and power pool bobbing. Far from being rested, Iâ€™m farookinâ€™ exhausted.
I began the process of reading a gazillion and deleting about three gazillion e-mails. I also read through the Wiseass Jooetteâ€™s posts (and all you finks who thought they were da bomb), about which I will surely have something to say once I can properly focus my eyes for more than ten minutes.***
I must admit that after leaving the beautiful, clean Fort Myersâ€“Sanibel Airport, returning to Newark Airport is a bit like being hit in the moosh with a bag of shit.
Iâ€™m too tired to make much sense at the moment, or to do much of anything other than scratch my â€œpeelâ€ somewhere under which is something resembling a tan.
*** I would like to thank the Wiseass Jooette for keeping the place popping while I was gone, even though most of the content was pure baloney, particularly the shit about Jackie Robinson being safe and the alleged bald spot.