two eyes becomes four eyes.

The steak of the beast was consumed a few eves ago by the delete and wife and all hath a full stomach as ye result. Ok, I’m done speaking like that. So, yesterday we went to the eye doctor and to get the blinkers checked out and it turns out that after thirty-one years I’m in need of a small amount of assistance with my vision. I now own a pair of corrective lenses and according to bugs bunny cartoons should be able to get out of getting punched in the face more as bringing up the “you wouldn’t hit a guy wearing glasses?” clause. I’m “looking” forward to that. Wow, that was stupid. When Hockey season is back into it, I’ll be able to keep better track of the puck. Ahhhh, the Sunday morning video dump: It’s always good to end on a KING DIAMOND! Until next time, COURAGE.

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