the cardinal number equal to 18 + 1

today, while i was eating a ham sandwich, sitting on the third floor of the construction site i am currently working at, i saw a man maybe in his early thirties wearing a french-like hat and had a moustache, walk into a parking meter. he was pretty short too, so the meter smoked him in the chin. he was actually in a lot of pain, then a lady, who looked to be in her mid to late forties walked by and laughed at him. true story. i did not make that up. that was not baloni. i did though make up the story i told about billybob newmarket. none of it was true. well some of it was true but most of it was not. i'm sorry, it didn't happen. for those looking up billybob newmarket on 411.ca i'm sorry that you haven't found him. and that i have led you down a path that was all for not. since i can't live with telling untrue information, what actually happend was this: i was sitting on the three like i always do minding my own buisness, then i feel asleep. i dreamed my encounter with billybob and woke up thinking that would make a great blog. so i wrote about it. for those of you wondering, in my dream billybob knew my name because i had my name written with a sharpie on my lunch box.