Bad news, it’s not even 9 am. Good news, it’s Friday! Only 8 more hours until you can celebrate your short lived freedom. Whether you were crunching numbers or digging ditches, celebrate the fact that you made it through another grueling work week. At the end of the day, we’re all just doing one thing anyway…

My fault on dropping the ball last week, folks. I was rushing around our hotel in Vegas trying to get online to get it up and live for you, but I couldn’t pull it off. By that, I mean I gave up after a few attempts at connecting to the wifi and just went to get some alcohol.

Back to reality now…it’s almost fall and I hate that. I already miss summer. We’ve got one more summer weekend to do obnoxious things like destroying our livers or getting a solid sunburn. Great news, it is college football/NFL season so that pleases me and tailgates will give me a great excuse to get absolutely belligerent.

We still haven’t really broken in the new apartment yet, so I’m anticipating that will happen this weekend. Might get a nice butt chug off the balcony or something…who knows? I sure as shit don’t.

We’ve legitimately got some new content coming. Gert is only the beginning. We’ll have a new feature this afternoon at some point so look out for that. Might just make some other stuff up as I go.

I’m still in recovery mode from Vegas. That trip took my dignity, soul, health, and bank account in just over 48 hours. I’m still extremely pissed that the sports book at the Mirage wouldn’t let me put money on Carson Wentz for Rookie of the Year in the NFL. Absolute dog shit. The kid looked great and had great footwork…something every elite QB needs. Whatever, I’m over it. I’ll just head to Greektown tonight to try and get back everything I lost.

First song up is an absolute necessity on a day like today. Why? I have no clue. Just love this shit.

Second song is another jam. I’ve been listening to it all summer and I need to hear it about 200 more times before fall gets here so I can pretend that it won’t be snowing in a few weeks.

SPECIAL THIRD SONG ALERT! This is necessary. I meant to share this last week but I was too concerned with alcohol and gambling to get it up in time.