Dear Diary "Get into Friday"

Burgers, am in. Send an invite on www.lutgradio.com

This is the end of waking up early. The week has crapped out and you are off the hook for showing up to work and being on time for anything Saturday. The day began with a "heck Yea!" and prophetically will end slapping your hungry belly agreeing to take it and your dry mouth for a meal and that really fruity beverage you've been eyeing since Monday.

Feel free to invite friends, but put the food slinger on the far end of a very long table. The palm mirror should be closest to the bathroom cause they will always be right back. The forever 'oh am not hungry' funny friends who you let steal your fries, half your sandwich and drink should be at least two seats away on either side. The open mouth chewer, oh heck no, too hungry to look at that today, seat next to the nun, habocks always bring out the best behavior.

For the supermodel you may need a trough, you know those designers don't let them eat. Let the child enjoy something other than lettuce and water. For the 'know it all' clan, pre-order three root beer floats evoking a mommy dearest Wayne's world flash back. For the Norm of the gay club just give him a beer and the remote, sports and monster truck will flow like Monet's plastered against the wall. Aaah, everyone is good and happy now you can eat and take in all the joy around you and leave the table full instead of ticked and stuck with the bill.