thank you.

Dear Reader,

Thank you and good night.

thanks for reading.

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fatmarc

The Evil That Socks Do...

Dear Reader,

Yesterday Monkey stood atop our stairs and threw down a pair of socks to me.

"throw these socks away please!" she said.

"These socks look brand new. What's the issue?" I asked.

"they are fucking evil." Monk replied stoically

"Evil!?" I inquired.

"Fucking evil. Horrible mojo, I want them gone, and I wouldn't wish their evil on my worst enemy." She calmly explained.

"What about someone who marginalizes your experience and belittles your skills?" I inquired.

With a smile my wonderful wife replied, "I wouldn't wish these socks on someone who says asinine mean and hurtful things to me."

I replied, "Wow! you're a good person, but I  have to ask what makes these socks so evil?"

"First time I wore them, my knee swelled up. Second time I wore them I seemed to forget how to drive a bike. Third time I wore them my legs felt like wood. They are done. The mojo is a no go." she explained.

"Do I need to burn them? Have an exorcism?" I asked, only half jokingly...

"Just get them out of the house." She said, turning and walking away...

totally normal stuff. totally normal.

Quick shot from the Water Ice Ride: the awesonme shot of Monk and I is how a hack with an
IPhone covers up his thumb in a shot.

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faticus

GREAT VALLEY DAY!

Dear Readers:

Thursday morning. 7:30am West Grove, Pennsylvania. Not June 30th, 2016.

I call my friend Chris.

Chris groggily answers the phone,  "hello? Fatmarc?"

I reply yelling into my phone, "GOOD MORNING CHRIS, DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?"

Chris replied cautiously, "Thursday?"

Continuing to yell into my phone, " DUDE! ARE YOU STOKED!? IT'S GREAT VALLEY DAY! IT'S GREAT VALLEY DAY!"

Chris, still wiping the sleepy out of his eyes responded, "oh, yeah, I got your text last night but it was too late to text you back."

I interrupted , " IT'S GREAT VALLEY DAY! GREAT VALLEY DAY! ARE YOU IN??"

Chris responded, "yeah, I'm in. I should be there."

I yell into the phone, " DON'T TRY TO BE THERE, BE THERE, THE TRAIN LEAVES WEST GROVE AT 4:30 BROTHER! GREAT VALLEY DAY!"

Chris, trying to make some sense out of what was going on, " I'll be there, I have some stuff I have to take care of today, but yeah I'll be there/"

My yelling voice not even getting tired a little bit, "YOU BETTER GET OUT OF BED SLEEPY HEAD! GET YOUR STUFF DONE DUDE! IT'S GREAT VALLEY DAY! SEE YOU AT 4:30!"


I love Chris.

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marc