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I am back. I have a hodge podge of crap that I wanted to write about so I will just begin. For your information, there is no theme, so do not be alarmed at the disjointed nature of the subjects and my lack of segues.

I wanted to write yesterday, but found myself with no time after the washer and dryer arrived. I had to do the set up and plumbing work. I ended up slicing my knuckle removing the bold that holds the motor in place for shipping. I will survive, but I did drip a lot of blood down my hand. It was kind of cool in a gruesome sort of way. I need to tighten one of the couplings from the hot water hose, but the drip is small. Besides, I tend to wash in cold, which is something that I could not do with the old beast for the past few months as something was blocking the cold water. I had to do months of wash in hot water. Oh well, that is over.

Anyway, I wanted to mark 21 years from the end of exams in my second year in university and what was known as Billfest '85. At Billfest '85, my friend Willie, who I really do owe a phone call and an evening of beer, booze and shmooze but that is a story for another day, had said he was going to drink until he puked that night, as he also was finished exams. I told many people about this pledge and they came to drink and watch Willie puke. Happily, or sadly, we drank a lot but there was no puking. Some people went home disappointed, not me as somebody puking, though funny, is not something that I would run to see, considering it could easily make me puke and thus begets the puke train, a chain reaction of people puking their guts up. Nobody really needs to see what we all ate for dinner, especially like that.

It was a fun night of drinking cheap beer at the old Morissey Tavern in Toronto. The beers were cheap and the crowd was a nice blend of old time rummies and college students. We did drink as we were supposed to. A bunch of us ended going back to Willie's for a hot tub and swim. Brilliant idea to bring bottles of beer into the hot tub considering a bottle fell in, broke and one guy, W, sliced his foot on the broken glass. This party ended up at the emergency room, where I fell asleep and was told by the duty nurse that I was snoring. The exam adrenaline had run out, oh well. All I know is that I came home at seven in the morning, bringing in the paper with me. We never did another Billfest, though, I wonder why that was.

The other thought that occurred to me today was the image of Queen Elizabeth giving her husband, Prince Phillip, a blow job. I mean, did, or does the Queen give head? Would she have some sort of female courtier nearby to take the cumshot (money shot for those playing at home)? I do not know where, or why, that thought came from, but now I am obsessed with whether the Queen blows, and if she does, does she swallow or spit. Has she taken it up the ass? I never thought I would ask those questions, but now I just wonder and I am sharing it with you. I will appreciate any and all answers or opinions on that one. Let me know what you thing. I am done for today, so ciao.