Last night Linda went out with Jerry and their friend Ozymandius. (I'm really not sure what his parents were thinking when they picked out that name. Maybe the person who typed his birth certificate was drunk and this is what her fingers spelled out.) They saw a 3-D scary movie that wasn't the least bit scary then ate at a Mexican restaurant. This explains the photo of Jerry looking dorky, I mean manly, wearing big 3-D glasses. Linda told me Jerry ordered Chalupas for dinner. I can't believe that he would even consider eating something that shares my name. Doesn't he have any internal conscious? Just to get back at him, I'm going to order a Jerry's Cheese Steak.
