Cupcake is gone.
Left him in Calgary, I did.
In a fitting tribute to the wonderful folks who make up the Alberta T-Cell, I will henceforth be posting as "Cake Jones", a misnomer that was hung on me by Sturat in a confused moment of trying to understand my explanation of signing "JJ" after my PM's (Jeffrey John) without the aid of large pictures and small words while directing his brother Mud Dog in the addressing of a package for me.
Mud Dog has all the brains in that there drop of the gene pool.
We are finally settled in and life is returning to normal (such as it is). Due to proximity my new Gym is going to be "Shapes" I think that their motto is "The really shitty Gym with crappy equipment built expressly for Ass-licking fuckheads and "Lookers". Or maybe it's "Shapes Fitness Centers"...I keep mixing those two up.
Although the soon to be formed "My testicles have retreated into my throat it's so fucking cold" T-Cell will help sooth my disappointment at leaving my old Gym behind, I sure am going to miss those Alberta "guys".
Say Goodbye Cupcake.
"Say good-bye to Pat, say good-bye to Jack and say good-bye to yourself, because you're a nice guy"
~ Marilyn Monroe