Sorry Hawkeye’s. We didn’t mean to beat you worse then Texas. Shit happens. There’s always next year. Qdub, you watchin’? Meatchicken is doin’ pretty good this year. Think it might be shapin’ up to be 1 vs 2 come Nov. in the shoe?
I hope so. Only problem with that scenario is one of us will knock the other one out of the Championship game. Espcecially that late in the season… Our next “rough” away game is supposed to be at Meatchicken State. Man, after watching them the last two weeks… Well, let’s just put it this way… Who in the Big Ten loses to Illinois other then say maybe, Northwestern and Indiana? WTF Meatchicken St.?
I know I’m nuts, but you all are just coming to that realization… I think they should start with a schedule for every team every year. Then, based on the rankings, the 1 should play the 2 until the end of the year. Screw the bowl games. Make the season one big assed tournament.
Conference play… well, I guess that’s ok. Work it in when you can. If you can’t, the heck with it. I’m tryin’ to think to myself, self, who did win the Big East lasy year?… The only answer I get is, uh, Me don’t know, why do you ask? Besides that, who cares?…
This, is just funny. Some get Oscar’s. Some get Roscoe’s. Yes, that Roscoe, which I’m sure he’d agree with me on this one. I dig the job the wardrobe bitch did on me though. If the producer show’s up… I want the outtakes, the things from the cuttin’ floor. I did give 2 of the 4 involved in this clusterfuck an STD one time, but, as always, somemone is always dissed inadvertantly…
I’ve got a hat that’s “close”, and will definitely wear it next sitin’, but the gloves and vest… Special effects… This Homey rides bareback… Vman, … full body condom for you I’m sure… Just to keep it real… Think about it. Nah, come to think of it, don’t think about it. Just do it.
Last week’s meatchicken joke had to do with shark fishin’. This one has to do with wishful thinking…
A Nebraska guy, an OHIO guy and a M******n guy are walking on the beach and find a Genie lamp. The Genie says they each get one wish.
The Neb. fan wishes his state would have fertile soil for corn to grow, and just like that, Nebraska has more corn than ever.
The M******n guy says, “I would like to put a giant wall around my whole state, so no one else can get in, and we can live in peace.” Just like that, M******n has a giant wall around it.
The Genie says to the Ohio guy what is your wish?
He replies, “Tell me more about this wall.” The Genie says, “It is 50 ft. high and 10 ft. thick, nothing can get in or out of it.”
The SS ‘Neck is on the verge. The little boat I’ve been envyin’ for a while now, could soon be mine. With the allowance to let the previous owner take it out should the urge develop. It’s really nothin’ bitterman like. Not a lot of power. Not a lot of space. Hell, it’s a little flat bottomed boat that be just about perfect as far as I’m concerned.
Not much storage space required. Little boat = little license fee, hopefully, and usually, one fisherperson anyway, two max. The stumps in the middle of some of these resevoir’s I can get close to ’round here, well, the imagination of the fish I’ll catch while bein’ empowered with the newly named “SS ‘Neck”, have me all giddy. I can see me catchin’ fish that Marcus and Dash pull out of their bait box, but, they ain’t fishin’ where I’m fishin’.
Now, that whole life preserver thingy… I’m gonna have to get that part right. I might need it one day/night. A little boat, a little trailer, and a ‘Neck. Who needs bloggin’ durin’ the summer…
So I’m off to Church this mornin’. Yesterday, in the rush to get the house cleaned up, and some groceries bought, I got distracted and and wound up in the sportin’ good’s section of the local department store… A rod, reel, buzz bait, and rain suit later, I headed off to get the groceries.
When I got home, I had everything except what I wanted the most… yep, the rod, rell, buzz bait and rain suit. I went back to the store, and I’ll be damned if customer service at Meijer’s didn’t tell me to go and get the stuff I bought but didn’t get. I did, I signed, and it was mine. They didn’t charge me one cent. How cool is that?
I just forgot to mention the rain suit to the nice lady behind the counter, but, heck, they were only ’bout 5$. So this mornin’ I’m gonna stop by there and pick up another one ’cause even though it’s not snowin’, it is rainin’. Fish don’t care, and I don’t either…
Eric was takin’ some shit for listenin’ to Dire Straits last week, so in his defense, here’s a little ditty from Mark Knophler and Emmy Lou… Can’t you just feel all the love ’round here Chou?
