All For A 30 Year Old Man

Another Saturday night locked in the slammer and this time it was for a 30 year old man. Come on. A week and a half ago I posted on how we stopped by our human friends house of Mike and Liz up in Ponca Hills. Mike turned 30 last night, which meant once again I wasn't allowed to go to the bar and celebrate. Just because I out shotted my mom and I had to carry her into the house one night, doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to go out again. For this, I am potentially going to file suit against my mom and dad for false imprisonment. As of right now I don't have an attorney but if I would've been able to go to the party I would've been able to party with some of the best attorneys in Omaha like Mike and Liz, Kari, my mom, etc., and did I mention Don Kleine was there. I would've been able to tell him what a great deputy attorney I would be.

I off to wake my parents up from their drunken slumber. Enjoy your day and enjoy the Masters Mike.

Peace Out
Ruff Ruff