Amie is throwing another party for the Ryan Oakley Fanclub. These things always make me a bit nervous. It’s probably my Irish side. We have a nasty habit. And it’s not just fighting, drinking or being incredibly stubborn. I’ve just noticed, over the years, that whenever an Irish person has fans, they end up pissing their fans off. Really pissing them off. Then those fans turn on and eat us. If we’re successful, that is. If not, someone else eats us. Either way, we’re usually dinner.
Tonight I get to look at the knife and fork.
