9/20/08 at 03:06 PM
Mike usually arrives at work at least 20 minutes late because he was at home trying to get the knots out of his hair.
He usually comes in through the front door because he is too stupid to use the garage/back door and avoid getting caught. When he finally makes it in his face looks something like this because he's been drinking Natty out of a pitcher all night.
After I look at him and throw up in disgust in the dining area, Mike cleans it up.
Mike then goes down the basement to use the bathroom. Here's what his poopy looks like. Funny how it looks very similar to our meatballs.
He then spends the rest of the night preparing some good, old fashioned food. So old fashioned that bread has turned green.
After which, he hits on my daughter, spits on some food, talks about how great Notre Dame is, then retires to the Milmont. He then repeats this process all over again the next day.