I don’t have to spell out which game I am referring to.
I did my shopping this morning. Not going out in public the rest of the weekend JUST IN CASE. Seriously, there are maybe 5-10 people I know and could see in Holes gear this weekend, and NOT feel the overwhelming desire to murder them. Yes, true PEAK HATE is here. I bought a 4-pack of tall cans of Strongbow cider (h/t to one of my bestest buddies from the KSK blog) to get me through this afternoon.
Repeating what I said last year, with even more intensity:
From Cowdog, and I hope to Jeebus he’s right:
The scent of freshly cut Bermuda is palpable, and I’m all spatted up with no place to go.
Methinks the Pack got something up their sleeves.
