Perhaps you remember the blog long ago where I mentioned my roommate Leroy. Well since that blog I have moved out because of irreconcilable differences. He got married and didn’t want me living there any more. I didn’t want to live there if he was going to get married. I think we all get the picture.

Well, aside from Leroy’s ninja skills, he has veritably endless bad-o-tricks. Seriously, if I ever needed a consultant to move a house I would just call Leroy and assume that he has at least 80 hours of experience in the field. Come to think of it, I am pretty sure he has 80 hours of experience in every single field known to man.


Point and case, take last night. I was eating a frosty treat at the local DQ (The Peanut Buster Parfait if you must know). So I am enjoying my frozen delight when I glance up and wouldn’t you know it Leroy made the freaking sign for the DQ.


Seriously, I didn’t ever see him sleep when I lived there. He wouldn’t be home when I went to bed and he would be gone before I got up. I think we all know why. With everything he is doing in the business realm I don’t know how he has time to go to the bathroom let alone sleep, eat and watch various TV shows.