typsie's birthday, you know), and I went as a good ol' boy Southern Rocker...yes, this means it was my normal wardrobe, plus a Harley bandanna and my Stars-and-Bars cycle gloves, but who cares. I have the body to go as Meat Loaf, but I don't own a frilly shirt anymore.Anyway, damn good times. And now, time for bed. (*insert loud, long Rebel Yell here*)
