Quick! Somebody call Guinness!

And, while you're up, pour me a Guinness.

Tweety and Thing One insist that that young woman on campus today was checking me out. I think she was merely wondering why I had two women in the cab of the pickup truck with me. After all, why would she be interested in a balding, fat-assed man twice her age?

I must admit, though, that her cutoffs fit nicely, she was tall with long legs, and that particular tint of blonde (be it natural or not) suited her well.