Adam Sandler was the shizzzzzz back when I was in about fifth grade. Only the baddest-assed kids were allowed to listen to his comedy album “They’re All Gonna Laugh At You.” Matt S., a classmate who had older brother(s), had by far the most cultural capital: he knew all the words to all of the songs by heart. A cool kid, indeed.
“The Beating of a High School Janitor” / Adam Sandler (1993)
Like the new layout? I thought I’d mix it up a little, but the jury’s still out on this one.
As soon as I get my thoughts into working order, I’ll write about my weekend. Until then, I’ll summarize:
Thursday: Drive to Minnesota. Dinner with brother n’ fam.
Friday: Drive to Fargo for a day trip. See brother’s recital. Giant group go out for dinner n’ drinks. Good times all around.
Saturday: Lunch with brother n’ fam. Lazy day in hotel. Dinner with brother’s bff. Even more good times all around.
Sunday: Visit brother at work. Drive home.
Actually, that pretty much covers it. A more detailed entry is probably unnecessary.
the sloppy copy 