Much ado about nothing. As long as Greg still owns 50%, there's not much Anthos can do without his approval.
Some famous studies/libraries. Get your smoking jackets, cognac, and leatherbound books: <a class="postlink" href="http://artofmanliness.com/2012/06/19/famous-libraries-studies-writing-rooms/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://artofmanliness.com/2012/06/19/fa ... ing-rooms/</a> Jay Walker of Priceline.com has a baller library: Roald Dahl's shitty, ash covered writing hut: William Randolph Hearst's, "The Library. Hearst was such a prolific collector of art, books, and antiques, that his castle was really built around how to display the collection that had formerly been sitting in warehouses, rather than the other way around. All of his books still couldn’t be fit into the castle’s two libraries however, leading him to stick them in odd places, such as in bookcases that lined the walls of his movie theater room." I have the weirdest nerd boner right now.
Well thanks everyone for your input. A lot of you sent really helpful things. Hopefully I'll have some interesting stories from Vegas. I'm all packed up and ready to go. The travel sized everything is just so cute. But it does all fit in one small bag. This is all I'm taking to Vegas. I'll post everything Monday night depending on my health.
7:30 and it's still 107. Fuck. I am not built for hot weather, I do much better when it's 15...at least then I can just add some more clothes if need be. You can only take off so many clothes before folks start muttering about calling the police. BBQ Tongue again tonight. I can't say I'm really a fan of the taste or texture of tongue, but damn do I like the sauce my sister serves with it. That shit will light you the fuck up.
You could also fuck off and die. I know you're being sarcastic, but those things are the Death Of Cool. Along with iPhones. They already have things like trace your every single move but don't let you talk. They're called females. Spoiler
I just spent an hour or so looking through my PM inbox...I had no idea I'd never cleaned it out. It was kind of cool seeing all the conversations I've had with y'all, and there were quite a few that were inquiring about my now defunct blog. Even I haven't looked at that thing in ages, so I looked it up and surprisingly I can still log into it to post even 2+ years after my last entry. Perhaps I should revive it? I have a few things I wrote out of sheer boredom stored away somewhere on my computer. I assure you they're complete inane prattle, but then again that was kind of the idea behind the blog.
Today Buddy made the most fantastic and heroic into the air to catch a pigeon. Now I wonder how some gunless duck hunting would go. I can't wait to get back to Alabama.
You wanna know who can kiss my white ass? People who can dish it out but can't take it. There's a word for those people, and that word is "pussy," and I mean that in the most negative way possible. No offense to actual vaginas; I love them. Like this one: NSFW Or this one: NSFW Gotcha!
Did. Not. Look. Sorry, but I see plenty of wildlife just by looking out my window. I don't need to see pictures of women with raccoons shoved up their twats.
Why is it that small people who will literally eat dirt, get all picky about shit like the crusts on bread?