Bite Me off a Piece of That

Ashamed to just now realize that amongst The End of Oak Street's coupla virtues that I got into in my review I forgot the absolute best of them all -- we see Dad Ewan McGregor in nothing but a white t-shirt and tighty-whities at one point. How could I leave that out? Once again I state flatly -- never listen to me, I have garbage opinions. I have forfeited my place as an influence (defiant lack of "r") on any person-of-merit's decisions and I will this very weekend throw myself down a well. If I can muster the energy anyway. I have it coming! Anyway yeah that's that for this week -- can you believe August is halfway over? My three-day summer weekends are nearly as evaporated as the icecaps. That's no good. So perhaps I will wait three weeks and throw myself down a well then, if that's alright, so I can get the most out of these weekends. ("The most" out of being a lazy-ass, obviously.) Until then! ("Then" meaning "Mondayor whatever" obviously.) K, bye!