Bangers, Mash and Boxer Briefs

Wolfgang has left 1Prime for the weekend, departing for the distant land of Dickinson where the Market Cross beacons to the weary traveler and the campus police overcompensate for perceived inadequacies in their trousers.   I'm soldiering onward alone for the rest of the weekend and pants are strictly optional.

I heard Helga screaming bloody murder into her cell phone last night, but I was too preoccupied with two game sevens in the NHL, two NBA playoff games AND the season finale of "Hell's Kitchen" to give a flying fuck about how the new girlfriend of Helga's "man" didn't start "shit" in the elevator of the courthouse, choosing to wait until Helga was exiting the elevator to "man up and talk shit."