Get it? It's a Hound, and he's tired!
Oh Gender Blender. You were so much fun; at least the parts that I can remember. But now I'm stuck at my desk, and I can feel my legs tightening and my liver rebelling with every email that arrives in my Inbox.
[Turn your sarcasm detectors on]
So, there's nothing I'd rather do tonight than play my 8th game in 3 days.
"My God, this baby is off the charts!"
See you tonight at 7:00 at BMO. We play Disc Horde. We beat them twice last year. They haven't lost yet this year. Let's change that. Why are my sentances so short?