Hey There

What’s up,

Hey there, just wanted to talk real quick:

As some of you may know, I now officially have business cards for my blog.  I’ve already begun the distribution process.  Not sure how many readers I’m gonna get…..but I got 500 cards made, so it may be a lot.  I might have to get used to a lot of random peeps looking at my stuff.

Just to let you:  I’ve gotta another big project I wanna work on, and post on this here blog…..but I definitely need to collaborate with some people first on the subject matter (hopefully tommorrow), and even then, I’m not sure how I’m gonna format my idea.  But somehow, someway, I’ll get it on here.

A note to some of my friends:  After I wrote how on my sick day from work I went working out, ect…I was asked why I would post this if I knew co-workers were reading.  Well, I’ll be honest….I was sick, and if I stayed in my apartment, I would have stayed sick.  I need to get out there and sweat my sick off.  And quite frankly, that’s what I did.  I feel like a hundred bucks right now.

For those of you who have my cards, you know I have a couple other blogs:  both highly undeveloped.  I did, however, post my first post on one of them: getatmeblawg.blogspot.com.  If you’re not into bathroom humor, you may not want to check it out: its a little more juvenile than what I write here.  Honestly…..I’m still trying to figure out what to use it for.

Anyways…..I pretty much just wanted to let you know that I do have a little something in the works for this site right now, and hopefully I’ll post it tommorrow.  I didn’t want you to think I was slacking.  For now….I’m out like a lightbulb.

Until Next Time,



Seasoned Potatoes

“It is not worth remembering that past which cannot become a present.”

-Soren Kierkegaard

Hey there,

I just want to post a couple things before I go out to do some things:

I was requested to write about a party I attended this weekend; the result was the last entry I posted. I didn’t think it came out that great, mainly because I got too sidetracked, and absolutely needed fresh air, peace, and quiet. By the time I was back in front of a computer screen, I was pretty burned out. My friend who made the request posted a comment: “All pototas no meat.” Which I have to say…I agree with. Well put. (I was surprised that I had the choice to disregard this, because I guess WordPress recognized that it was speaking negatively of me….there you go WordPress, way to stick up for your bloggers.)

Anyway, I have some more potatoes for you tonight, because once again I’m off to do incredibly fun things that don’t involve sitting in front of a computer. But before I go, I’ll try to put enough garlic, mustard, rosemary, Tabasco, Mrs. Dash, and whatever else there on ’em say that they atleast resemble spicy homefries that your mom makes for you.

I took my first sick day today…just thought you might want to know. And yes, I was sick.

While trying not to make this a lame ass diary, I’ll tell you what I did: went to the gym; did some running outside; got my first haircut since Feb.; and ate a chicken parm at Victor’s in Ball Square, Somerville (I’d post a link, but there’s not much about Victor’s online. Which is good in a way; keep it old school. But I will say this: if you live anywhere near Ball Square [like within 10 miles], make sure you go to Victor’s. I’m serious. If you’re really hungry, get the Chicken a la Rosa or stuffed green pepper; the chicken parm is phenomenal. Someday I might blog about who has the best chicken parm in the Medford/Somerville area [Victor’s, Bob’s, Avelino’s, La Cascia’s (never tried….I assume they have one), but I’m afraid if I did, I’d either kill myself out of sheer grief for having to pick a winner, or I’d get killed by some insane diehard who didn’t like my decision [like a diehard Bob’s fan who read my blog and decided to kill me because I said Victor’s was better. All that being said…..I’m not gonna try to tackle this problem anytime soon.)

Speaking about Italian food: If you live in Allston, and haven’t been, you should go to Carlo’s. In fact, I’m not even gonna say anything else. I don’t want to blow it up. Forget I said anything.

Random fact about today: I didn’t look at a computer screen until about 6pm. I think this is good.

Random fact about tommorrow: In 1564, Baby Shakespeare was christened, though it wasn’t his birthday.

Random fact about yesterday: The first regular newspaper in the United States was published. It was the News-Letter, printed in Boston, Massachusetts. The year: 1704.

Random fact about Random: There are ways to measure randomness in a binary sequence. Word.

Alright kids….out of the pool! Its time to go! I told you all I had was potatoes tonight….I hope you liked them. If not…you’ll just have to wait until breakfast. I myself…have places I need to be. Take her easy, hoss!

Until Next Time,


Let’s Party Dude!!!

Quote of the Day, 4/23/07:

“Hear no evil, speak no evil…..and you’ll never be invited to a party.”

Oscar Wilde

Hi there….I think I’m gonna start up the quote of the day thing again….don’t know why I stopped in the first place, maybe I just got a little burned out finding quotes everytime I wanted to write something. But for now…its back.

I just want everyone to know…..I just erased a HUGE entry I had spent about two hours on about the whole Imus saga about a week ago…..even if it is pointless at this point, it always pains me to delete something I spent a lot of time on. As the old saying goes: DAMN!

Before I get started….I bought the Sports Illstrated Swimsuit Issue about two months back. I know, I know….it stopped being cool to buy this like 3 years ago. But I don’t know…..I think that makes it kind of cool. Its how I heard someone describe going to Times Square on New Years Eve recently…..its so uncool, that its actually cool again. You know what I’m saying. Anyway, this years main theme was music (and iPods$$), and each model was supposed to pick what was “at the top of their playlist.” Ofcourse, they only had five songs to choose from.

For example: model Bar Refaeli, from Tel Aviv, Israel, has the following songs at the top of her playlist:

“Man in the Mirror,” Michael Jackson

“Michel,” Anuk

“She Talks to Angels,” Black Crows

“Your Song,” Elton John

“Patience,” Guns ‘N’ Roses

(Honestly…..not a bad list.)

Well, I have over 4,000 songs on my iPod, but I still figured I’d give it a go. So without further ado,

At the top of Greg’s playlist:

1) “Prophecies,” Philip Glass, Koyaanisqatsi

2) “Ex-Cowboy,” Mogwai, Come on Die Young

3) “Life is a Pigsty,” Morrissey, Ringleader of the Tormentors

4) “E Preciso Perdoar (One Must Forgive),” Grover Washington, Jr., All My Tomorrows

5) “Little Man,” Atmosphere, You Can’t Imagine How Much Fun We’re Having

There you have it….that’s what I’m listening to on my iPod.

Now….the purpose for being here….

Long story short….my friend had a party this weekend (it was his and another friend of mine’s birthday), and he emailed me at midnight last night to tell me he wanted me to blog about it. He told me he wanted it to be introspective and juicy.

Well, I’ll be honest….I thought it was a pretty horrible idea when I first heard it mentioned to me. There were no INSANE HAPPENINGS that sometimes occur at parties; it was pretty run-0f-the-mill. But, to be honest again….I’ve felt a little un-inspired lately, and have had trouble with coming up with good ideas/topics to write about. So after thinking about it I thought, “Hey….why not?”

So here it is folks: my first party piece. I’ll try to re-cap the night as best as I can.

The Day of the Party: Saturday, 4/21/07:

10:25am: Sunlight through venetian blinds. Sheets. Pillows. In short: my bedroom. I rolled over and saw my clock: 10:37 (my clock is twelve minutes fast). First thought of the day: Holy crap, I slept till 10:25.

I usually don’t sleep this late….and when the sunshine is pouring in your window, and you’re still groggy with dreams and whatnot, I always end up feeling a little jealous of everyone who’s already outside, enjoying the sunshine. In fact…I kind of feel like a loser in these situations. But whatever.

I was just in time for the Soup, my favorite TV show (its a half-hour show hosted by Joel McHale on E! that pretty much goes over the funniest moments from TV/celebrity gossip from the previous week). Since I was a little groggy I missed the opening minute, which means I missed what they had to say about the whole “Alec Baldwin being an asshole” situation…..but it was still a fantastic way to start the day.

Moving out to the kitchen I cooked a bagel while thinking about the night before: The night started on the T, heading towards the Back Bay stop on the Orange Line. You see, I was meeting a couple friends at a place called 28 Degrees in the South End, and wasn’t really sure how to get there. Instead of being smart and checking Google Maps before I left….I was stupid and left knowing only what T stop I was going to (Back Bay) and the street it was on (Appleton). Well, I got to Back Bay….and for the life of me, couldn’t find Appleton Street, or the South End for that matter (funny, I always get myself into these situations). [Note to those not from Boston: the South End is not South Boston, aka Southie, popularly known as a major home for Irish organized crime (and actually an area becoming somewhat gentrified today). Nope, I wasn’t partying in Southie….atleast that night…..if you know what I mean.]

Anyway, after looking for Appleton Street for like 20 minutes, I decided to check with the nice people at the Park Plaza Hotel (home of the Class of 2000 Somerville High School Senior Prom…..Go Highlanders!!!!). Anyway, I strolled in with my nice khakis, and nice shirt tucked in; I was going to classy bar, you see, so I had to look classy. After strolling around the lobby for a couple minutes, I meandered up to the front desk.

“Hi, how may I help you?” asked the forty-something year old woman behind the desk.

“Hey,” I started. “I have a question. I have to meet friends at a bar, and I actually can’t find it….do you think you could help?”

“Yah, no problem….what’s the place.”

Well, without skipping details…..I told her my situation. She told me jokingly I was supposed to figure this out on my computer beforehand. I laughed. She laughed. We both laughed. She called them…..found out where they were….blah blah blah. The only problem: she couldn’t tell me where it was after talking to them, or looking at a map.

Suddenly, she had an idea: “Wait, I’ll just get the valet to take you over there!”

Whoa…timeout. Think fast Greg….this is getting heavy.

“Umm…no that’s alright, really, I’ll find it….no problem.”

“It’s not a problem.”

Stupid laugh, shoulder shrug: “Nah, ahh, really, its alright.”

“Well go ask those guys….they know where everything is.”

Well, I found them….him, actually. It was kid who was probably sixteen.

His answer: “Yah, I don’t know!”

My last hope were the numerous, highly jacked bouncers standing outside of Whiskeys.

“Hey fellas, I gotta question….do you know where 28 Degrees is?”

The woman at the desk had to told me that it was located between Arlington and Berkeley Streets, so thats what I told the bouncers.

“Nah dude, someone’s f**king with ya…there’s nothing there but houses.”

Anyway……long story short (I ramble sometimes….can ya tell?)……I found a taxi, he of course knew where it was, I got inside, ordered a drink (“Vodka tonic please.” “No problem….that’ll be $11.50.” My voice: “Thanks.” My brain: “Complete shutdown….I will not operate correctly after you have paid $11.50 for a drink. You are a complete jack ass and do not deserve me. Goodbye.”), pushed myself through some of the trendiest people I’ve ever seen (I couldn’t hear the conversations through the constantly playing, always the same but slightly different beat, but here’s how I bet it would play out: “Hi, I’m a professor, write books, make a lot of money, and only drink Vodka that comes from the highest moutains of Poland. Would you like to have sex with me?”), and eventually found my two buddies hanging out by themselves. Well, we hung out by ourselves for about another half an hour, talking about how much fun other bars were….and decided to go to one of the bars we were talking about: Ladies and Gentleman, Introducing……………………THE WORLD FAMOUS HONG KONG!!!!!! LOCATED IN HARVARD SQUARE!!!!!!

After arriving via a taxi driven by some dude speaking angerily into his phone in Haitian the whole time, we finally arrived where the real party was. It was a typical night at the Kong: lots and lots of drunk people, with a constant smell of puke permeating through the air. My grade on the fun level: a 20 outa 10, baby. 28 Degrees fun level: negative 5,000. Hey 28 Degrees, guess what….you suck.

Eventually, we ate Chinese food with some dude who we never met before, who insisted on eating with us, even calling for a table for four. He was a Harvard Business School student at orientation. To say the least….it was interesting.

And so, to get back to Saturday morning, about 11:01……this is what I was thinking about.

But I had other stuff on my mind, namely:

1) I hadn’t blogged in a few days, and was afraid that people were getting anzty

2) I had softball practice at 2

3) I had a party to attend at 4 (the aforementioned party).

So I immediatley started blogging, despite the gorgeous weather…..finished, edited, published…..ate food quickly…..grabbed my softball stuff…..grabbed good clothes for the party….and was out the door into the beautiful, fantabulous sunshine.

2pm: Softball practice. My team, Lexington Park, has its first game a week from yesterday, so we needed practice (this was the third of the year). There’s really not much to talk about….it went well.

4pm: Party time! I’ve finally arrived at the party that I came here to write about. Let me see if I can do this…..c’mon Greg, focus!!!!!

It started out with a little bump in the road….I had to run back to my apartment in Allston, after all, because while I remembered to pack fresh clothes, I forgot perhaps the most important article….clean undies. So I had to drive back to get them…luckily my boy decided to stick it out with me. The result: we didn’t get there till 6 (Note: It didn’t take two hours; I think my times are skewed here, but its a twenty minute drive both ways [Allston to Somerville], and I grabbed beer, but whatever….you get my drift.)

6pm: We arrive at the party to eat some BBQ, drink some beer, and kick some ass (well, actually….no ass kicking was allowed. Which is quite a shame…..cause I can quick quite an ass). Anyway, the party rolled along, and next thing you know….its

8pm: Yes….the time flies when you’re having fun. By this time, the beer pong was in full effect in the attic…I have to say, my team lost, but I didn’t do too shabby (I always surprise myself with beer pong….I either think I’m gonna do well and stink up the joint, or think I’m gonna stink up the joint and do great). And you know what…..time out.

I’m at work right now and its 7pm. That’s right folks….7. I shouldn’t be here. I just went to go the bathroom, and I wanted to shout at everybody, “I’m working on my blog, I’M NOT WORKING!! I’M NOT A WORKALCHOLIC!!! So I am as of now putting this party on hold. But I’ll be back….hopefully in a good mood.

[The problem with me leaving right now: I’M FEELING IT. But I can’t be here anymore. Greg need fresh air….NOW. So I’ll see you kids in a little.]

Hallo Everybody……I’M BACK!!!

Whew…..had to get that out of my system. I just walked around the Charles River for about 2.5 hours on one of the most beautiful nights I have ever seen. Simply Gorgegous. Its a good thing I left the office….I really started to get paranoid. I started to get the feeling that all the computers were whispering things like, “Stay a little longer Greg……soon you’ll be one of US. Needless to say, I needed the fresh air. And ladies and gents….I’m glad to be back. Anyway….back to busines.

Like I was saying, we started playing beer pong around 8, and though I was feeling it, we lost (I need to give credit where credit is due…..my teamate was none other than the world famous Dave Boll). About this time someone had the fantastic idea to get a game of flip-cup started. The only problem: flip cup can be a messy, messy game, and my boy Jay, who was having the party, wasn’t having none of that! (Can’t blame him really….he sleeps about 20 feet from his beer pong table).

After an alchohol adled, highly stupid attempt to move the table downstairs, we all thought better of it (or atleast I did…no sense in being a hero). Outside, the older folks were drinking margeritas and having a general good time. Being the GREAT GUY THAT I AM, I offered to do dishes so I could show everyone how much I cared so that we could play flip-cup on the table.

Of course, the beer pongers took over, and much to my dismay, we never did get to play….even though I set up like 30 cups. As the night quieted down, I received the best Chinese massage of my life, leaving my entire body feeling like a giant jacuzzi. (Note: Chinese massages are no joke). We also did a little gambling on the side, and I lost 6 bucks.

Finally, the show rolled down. Peeps started to leave. It was a good time, from start to finish. At about 2am, after eating a final burger, I finally decided that it was time to go. Wishing Jay a happy birthday, I left his house: looking up to the sky, the moon was shining down, and he seemed to be laughing. As we all know….the Moon likes to laugh.

Until Next Time,


An Alligator….or a Crocodile?


What’s up peeps,

Sorry I haven’t been around all week. Mah bad. I don’t have much time to write, so I’m gonna get my thoughts on paper computer screen as fast as possible.

Well…it turns: out Alec Baldwin is a jerk: WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?! Honestly, I know he issued an apology for the absolutely disgusting voicemail he left his 11 year old daughter, but there’s still only one way for this problem to really be solved: he needs to be punched in the face. Hard. He needs to get the shit kicked out of him. C’mon everybody….join me in crossing your fingers.

Moving on….

I just want to profess my love for the Discovery Channel and what shows I’m watching: Rogue Nature, 8pm and 12am, Friday night and Saturday morning, repectively. Right now I’ve got FutureWeapons on. At 9 on Friday nights Man vs. Wild comes on, which is always fun. But all of these these great shows on Friday night are starting to cause a dilemna: they’re screwing up my Friday nights. I find myself delaying plans with friends so that I can see how Bear is gonna make it through his latest dilemna in the desert. Or take Rogue Nature: this show discusses animals which have been known to act in very dangerous ways to humans: (bears, chimps [my favorite episode], squid [which I missed last night…damn!], and hippos). I mean on Friday night, there’s no way you can really concentrate on what you might be doing later, if you’re watching a bunch of chimps running around and terrorizing people. As of now, I’m dealing with this problem.


IQ Tests=Bullshit

Last night my roomate, who will administering IQ tests in the near future, asked me if I’d be willing to give her a little practice, and take the test. Ofcourse I said yes. I’ve always been a little curious as to what exactly is in an IQ test, and how they grade you. And seeing as these tests usually cost $600 to take ($600!?!?), this was a golden oppurtunity. So I sat down on my couch, put on my smart face, and started answering some questions.

Its sort of set-up like the SATs: two verbal sections, two puzzle sections (I won’t call them math sections, but they were math-like: the analytical side, if you will). The first section asked me to define some vocab words; the second section consisted of me putting together blocks to form certain patterns, while being timed; the third section required me to compare two words (a little tricky); and the fourth consisted of more pattern stuff, just without the blocks.

It goes without saying for those who know me: I did better in the verbal section. After about an hour and a half we were finished, and it was time to get my score. And this is where me and the IQ people started butting heads: they way the score stuff.

Its pretty simple: for every question you answer, you either get 2 points (completely correct), 1 point (partially correct), or zero points (Wrong Answer, Fool!). With the puzzle section, its a little different: your time comes into play, and whether you got it right. But I didn’t have a problem with that section: I thought it was set up pretty well.

I didn’t agree with the strict guidelines as to how the verbal sections were graded, however. They were really picky about certain things: for instance, I was supposed to compare the following: flowers and birds (remember, this is right on the spot: you don’t really have time to think about it). Well, I thought about for a second, and gave the following answer: both use colors to reproduce: flowers use color to attract bees, who carry their pollen away; birds use color to attract mates. Well, according to the IQ people, I answered this wrong: they wanted me to say the following, boring, run-of-the-mill answer: Both are alive. Umm, excuse me for thinking outside of the box. But honestly……the answer I gave is true. In the IQ people’s defense, my roomate wasn’t actually sure about this one….she’s going to check with the them.

But hopefully….you see where I’m coming from. The grand finale question was the following: compare Law and Freedom. Now, this was tough….I was stumped for about 15-20 seconds. I finally came up with this: they are both aspects of society, which are not essential, but are ideal. Well, I got a big SQUADOOSH (0) on this one (props to Tony Reali, aka Stat Boy, from PTI). Why?? Because according to IQ people….these two aspects are essential to society.

Now I see where there coming from…..society sucks without law or freedom. But thats why I made my point to say they are ideal. If you’re actually gonna tell me that has never been a society out there where lawlessness ruled, or where freedom was not shared by everyone (Hi there class…..now repeat after me: slavery. Ready…now everybody…..SLAVERY), then you’re certifiably nuts. Ofcourse, IQ people don’t want to hear that: nope, if you don’t answer the way they want you to…you’re stupid.
But the final straw on the whole IQ thing was this: in the first verbal section, you are given a word, and are asked to define it as best as you can. One of the first words: alligator. Now, I think we all know what an alligator is. I answered that it is a carniverous repile that live in the Southern U.S., in swamp like areas. I also added, just to show-off a little, that you can tell from crocodiles because when their mouths are closed, all you can see is there top row of teeth: with crocs, you can see both.

Suffice to say: I scored a two. But the crazy thing is what my roomate told me after: if I had answered crocodile, I would have been correct. Oh, okay, that sounds right…..except for the fact that its WRONG AND EVERYTHING! Crocodiles and alligators are different animals; different species; they have altogether different DNA. How can you possibly tell me this answer is right??? ITS WRONG! WRONG! THE IQ TEST PEOPLE ARE CHEATING FOR THEIR TEST TAKERS!!!

Maybe I’m getting a little to into this…..but it really, really bugs me that they consider something which is totally wrong to be right, and then when you make an argument which is right, but a little off kilter…you’re wrong. I defined presumptious wrong because I used the word presume in my answer…but how can this be wrong if according to them, an alligator=a crocodile. All in all….its a crock of baloney.

Ofcourse, in their defense, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t make it clear what this test is determining: your mental ability to process things. They’re not looking for arguments, logic, or creative thinking: they’re strictly looking at how your brain works, function, and processes things. So its sort of unfair for me to sit here and rip them. If someone sees an alligator as being a crocodile, I guess they see that as a healthy, functioning brain….although I see it as complete bullshit. Yet….I digress.

In the end, I scored average: right in the middle of the pack. As far as how my brain functions: I guess I’m pretty average guy. That works for me. Thanks IQ TEST…..It was a great a experience!!!!

Well, its almost that time…..when I turn off my computer, and go hang out in the beautiful, beautiful sunshine that is calling me right now (Greg, ohhhhhh Greg……its warm and breezy out…..and the sun is shining.) Ahh Spring….by far, the best season of the year. How you can you not love this??? Seriously, how can you not love it? Spring kicks every other season’s ass…hardcore. But since I need to get outside…..I’m gonna wrap this up.


Note: There was orginally a music video here….turns out the guy who posted on Youtube (who posts some great stuff….I’m a subcriber) doesn’t allow his videos to be imbedded…..so sorry about that, the next time, I’ll post something you can view (the video was of Johnny ‘Guitar’ Watson…..if you go to Youtube, look him up, and then look for “Ganster of Love.” He wrote the song that was played by Steve Miller….and its a phenomenal performance). Anyway, I’ll be seeing ya.

Until Next Time,


A Sad Day

I know I don’t have many readers at this point, but I would like to say my piece:

My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the families and students who had to suffer through the hellish scene that took place at Virginia Tech today. Have faith.



Coolest Thing I’ve Ever Seen

Hey What’s up Everybody,

This is super short….I was perusing Deadspin and came across this unbelievable video. I know the guy’s probably a loser and took like 5 days making this thing….but honestly, credit must be given where credit is due: he may be THE GREATEST BEER PONG PLAYER OF ALL TIME.

Quite an achievement……that’s something you want to put on your resume.

I’ll be back…gotta run some errands.

Until Next Time,


Just a link or two

Hey There,

Well, its windy, rainy, and it sounds a little wild outside my window right now….perfect weather for a marathon!!!

Man, its gonna suck tommorrow. Ofcourse, not everyone cares. I mean, I like Howie and everything…but c’mon, man, lighten up….its the Boston Marathon for God’s sake!

Anyway, and just hangin ten right now and wanted to get in some quick thoughts and what not:

First of all, you need to read this article written in the Washington Post: it is absolutely fascinating. It takes awhile to get through (it took me about a half an hour, and I’m a pretty quick reader), but it is definitely worth the time. Someone posted this on their Facebook page; I’ve decided to do the same here on my blog. So when you get the chance: take the time and check it out.

I watched the Sopranos tonight: As is standard for the last 4 years, I sum it up in the following way: “Ehhhhh….it was alright.”

Entourage, however, was much more entertaining, as usual: its like an on-again/off-again relationship that me and Entourage are having these days. Last year, I got so fed up with the show (the fact that I hated [and still dislike] the main character; the fact that it seemed like we were stuck in an endless circle of slightly different scenarios, all featuring the same storyline every week; the fact that in three seasons, nothing ever really happened) that I stopped watching it. Cold turkey. Vince got up to do one of his patented, “You know what Ari….I don’t know if this is what I want,” speeches, and I turned it off. Couldn’t deal with it anymore. Vince had pushed me to the point that I hated the whole damn show. But now…I’m back in love. Its hit or miss I guess….but lately its been snappy. And especially since it follows the Sopranos, which at this point is stuck in the “Ehhhhhh” zone: it gets a chance to shine after a mediocre, boring show every week. So anyway….that’s my take on the “Sunday Night HBO Zone.”

If You’re Driving Through Conn. on a Sunday Afternoon: Check out Power 104.1FM. They’ve got a killer back-spin program going on Sunday afternoon: I was driving through Hartford a couple weeks ago and was in “Back in The Day” heaven for about 25 minutes. Anyway, just wanted to get that out there. And since we’re talking Backspins, I can’t leave without mentioning The Backspin, on the New, Jammin’, 94.5FM. Sunday nights baby….never miss it.

Well…..it’s time for me to think about hitting the hay.  Before I go…. I present the coolest cigarette ad I have ever seen: Remember kids….don’t smoke!

Until Next Time,