Happy anniversary of the Federal Flood, everyone.
Find something made by the federal government and dump a cup of water on it.
Aug 292007
Aug 282007
I found this picture of the Rapture.
Aug 272007
If you can make sense of this, you’re a loser. Like me. And Dave.
Dave and I have different philosophies about fantasy football drafting. Dave hates some guys. Won’t take them ever. I love them all. I mean look at me, I have Eli Manning on my team. But that’s because I am so full of love. Dave, all that hate is going to eat you up inside, just like it did to C. Thomas Howell.
Aug 242007
I didn’t get to see the game, but judging from the score and the highlights, that looked like an ass-whupping last night.
What’s wrong with Deuce that he can’t score from the 5? I guess the entire Chiefs team is a lot heavier than the entire Eagles team. I still love you, Deuce.
Please, let’s start the regular season.
Aug 232007
Hope you are back home safe and sound. We had a blast tubing!
Aug 222007
Courtesy of Cute Overload
Aug 202007
I just got done playing basketball with my brother Chuck. We play about 5 times a week. Usually our games are friendly. Today was different.
We play a game called 21. For the uninitiated, you play to 21 points, with the caveat that – like the card game, you cannot go over 21. This is not really important. The important part is that Chuck made every shot he put up. He was up 20 to 0 like 5 minutes into the game. I responded by going insane.
I kept getting more and more frustrated and angry. I stopped talking to him. I kicked the ball. I threw it at him. After losing twice, I attempted to walk off the court during the third game because I felt that Chuck was no longer playing hard. He had to convince me to come back and finish the game – which I won.
What in god’s name is wrong with me?
Aug 172007
Aug 132007
Yes my wonderful lil’ Buzzards…it was a wild and wompin’ kinda night. The show…sold out, the temperature…a boiling 100 degrees in Austin’s outdoor stage at Stubb’s (just about), the gown…absolutely stunnin’!!! The show was a success, and Mr. Wainwright was very nice to Rebecca…if not a bit cut and dry. There was no backstage mayhem, no love ‘between the legs’, oh no. Rebecca simply got up on the stage, was introduced by Mr. Wainwright, double cheek kisses, and then…BLAMO!…a disgraceful yet elegant and exuberant display of 120% Rebecca in all her shining glory. The crowd went hog wild, and I had the time of my life. It was wonderful, handed out about 100 business cards, made lots of new friends. Brent filmed it , kinda, and it will be on youtube hopefully tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled. Thank you Oprah angels!….oh thank you so!
Aug 132007
You can dance!
You can jive!
Having the time of your life!
I love you big brother!
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