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Eye Bugers

So, apparently when my eye itches along the same time as my arse, the correct order of operations is rub the eye before scratching said arse.

I don't know if I have conjunctivitis again or not...but my eye itches and is somewhat irritated. I went in last week before the holidays and got the Rx drops, but haven't used them yet as the doc said not to use them unless my eyelashes start sticking together or there's a discharge from the eyeball. Fairly easy things to look out for, I'd say. In any event, I have the drops.

My wife gave me the dopest Christmas present EVER and I'm going to post the 2 pix here for my 4 friends who read my blog (who are not on Facebook where the instant gratification of Blogger is quadrillified).


That's right. Your eyes are not deceiving you. It IS in fact the Marc Ecko StarWars Stormtrooper hoodie with the hood that zips all the way up and makes the mask.

I've said it before, but let me reiterate...I have the best wife ever!!!

And I really should be working at the moment, so I'll post more later.

Peace outside.

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Darrin said…
Dude! You're gonna look awesome shoveling snow in that thing...that is if we get any snow this winter. :P
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