When I saw the below picture, I had to have borrow it … Thanks Marcus (more…)
I proposed a bet to Tammi, of Tammi’s Worl’ a day or so ago. And she accepted. The bet is simply this. In the Tostito’s Fiesta Bowl, if her team wins, she can come in and trash my crib shack. If my team wins, well, I get the keys to Tammi’s worl’. 3 Days, and 3 days only. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. See, I’m a forward thinkin’ ‘Neck. If she wins, well hell, I’ll go somewhere else for a 3 day drunk, and havin’ her out by Saturday gives me the whole weekend to get my normal stink ’round here back right like it was ‘fore she got here…
However… If there are any of you professionals out there, that really know how to dress a place up with some sort of trashy class that would like to be in on the deal… Email me…
In the event, that the Buckeye’s win the game, hell, I’ll even extend the opportunity for anybody else that’s on her Roll or mine, to have a chance to partake in the civilized vandalism. (Hint Hint Contagion, Joe, Eric, Velociman, Dash, Rob, Catfish, Zonker, Harvey, Yabu, etc… you get the idea). If I left anybody out, and you’ve been rolled by either of us, it’s an open invitation should the Buckeyes win.
In fairness, I expect the same underhanded retaliation upon my shack to be offered by Tammi. Hey, unfair is unfair, but it’s got to be fair unfairness to make it fair, and it might be fun to boot. Foul you say! I think not. Hell, if you got the key’s to a cool car, wouldn’t you want to go get some friends to joy ride ’round in it with you for a while?
I just need to make sure I get a good backup done before games end on Monday evenin’. Just in case the Luck o’ the Irish happens to me…
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My body called “last call” ’bout 10 minutes ago, but when I went downstairs to exercise last call, I found that Michigan was playin’ Nebraska, after the, I assume, BC win over Boise State, of the infamous “smurf turf fame”. Body be damned. Last call has just been postponed. The Alamo Bowl… Still, it feels good to see Michigan playin’ in it. I hope they win. Y’all better write this date down, ’cause it’s one of a rare few when you can catch me puttin’ those words in writin’.
Yeah, “Last Call”, or “I hope Michigan wins”… take your pick.
. There must be a reason why one has never been deer huntin’. I can almost picture it though… I really can. 
I called my Uncle tonight, wished him a Merry Christmas, he told me my Aunt was at Grandmamma’s house. When I was through shootin’ the shit with my Uncle, I called over to Grandmamma’s. I spoke with my Aunt for a little while, but the “issue” I’m talkin’ about, is this. Sayin’ Merry Christmas to your Grandmamma and havin’ tears stream down your face when she says it back. Damn. Just Damn. My separation from her is not so far, only about 700 miles. It’s a timin’ thing. I can only imagine what it’s like for the Men and Women over there takin’ care of our business. I wish them all a Merry Christmas as well. I know it ain’t the same as hearin’ from a loved one, but it’s the best I can do.
