One Shoe
Is there anything lonelier? It's still good and strong, but without it's mate it is utterly useless. Once in high school, I lost my favorite Abercrombie sandal, and kept the other for years because I loved that sandal. Until one day I finally had to toss it.
After the other night, Brent Lubahn found himself in a similar situation. This shoe (it took me 15 minutes to find this thing online. I searched "shag slipon" and "hemp loafer")
The day after XMas, Williams and I found ourselves at the residence of the Lubahn's playing Scrabble® with his darling pregnant wife. Williams won with "wussy," which is still under protest. Adam and Adam drank Tecate Lights while Lubahn ran out of Kool Aid for his Vodka and was forced to mix it with Mug Root Beer. Concerned his tipsiness would reach epic proportions before there had been a triple word score I confiscated the spiked saspirilla.
We departed for CityView Lanes (formally Don Carter's) where we met the Duke. Before I got my two-tone shoes on Lubahn had two beers and a shot for each of us. The teams; Duke and I versus the other Adam and the boy from Winona. They beat us handedly. Belanger showed up at the end iof the night. Lubahn immediately began to say in a not-so-soft voice "I hate that guy."
We left. Williams kept his bowling shoes. We brought Lubahn home and got in to what has become mandatory yard brawling. Williams attempted to hug Lubahn good-bye and received a kick in the thigh. When I tried to hug Lu he tried to knee me in the balls. I responded by delivering a sudden and violent leg sweep. Rendering him paralyzed in the grass. Williams then removed his shoe and threw it over his house a good 40 yards. When he rose, Williams and I played ping pong with Lubahn's body. Pushing him back and forth and eventually head first into his bushes. Where he was stuck like a man in the stocks. It was an inevitable and lovely end to another wonderful night out with my best mates.
The I.C. never disappoints.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Ran into a couple of these during a biking/snorkling adventure this weekend.
The Quokka (Setonix brachyurus), the only member of the genus Setonix, is a small macropod about the size of a large domestic cat.[2] Like other marsupials in the macropod family (such as the kangaroos and wallabies), the Quokka is herbivorous and mainly nocturnal.
The Quokka has no fear of humans and it is common for it to approach them closely, particularly on Rottnest Island.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Slingin' Sammy Baugh - TCU Legend
For those of you who do not know, Sammy Baugh is credited as the first Quarterback to use the forward passing game as a common threat in football. He was an incredible player during his time, he once had a game where he threw 4 TDs, punted the ball 85 yards, and intercepted 4 passes - this guy did it all. TCU would have never had those National Championships had it not been for Sammy Baugh.
In 1999, he was named the third-greatest NFL player of the 20th century by the Associated Press and the third-greatest college football player by College Football News.
"His legacy is still talked about around town," said LaDainian Tomlinson, an All-American at TCU in 2000 and the 2006 NFL MVP. "He was a football player. I think he'll probably be remembered as the greatest football player here at TCU."
"The TCU family lost one of its own today," Frogs coach Gary Patterson said. "Sam Baugh was TCU."
"He's the greatest quarterback who ever lived and the greatest punter. Other than that, he wasn't any good," said author Dan Jenkins, TCU's sports historian
Legend has it that during Baugh’s first practice with the Redskins, coach Ray Flannery, a gruff old-timer, tossed a football to Baugh.
“They tell me you’re quite a passer,’’ said Flaherty.
“I reckon I can throw a little,” said Baugh.
“Let’s see it,” said Flaherty. “Hit that receiver in the eye.”
Baugh looked downfield at receiver Wayne Millner and calmly said: “Which eye?”
http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/columns/story?columnist=luksa_frank&id=3776948
http://www.star-telegram.com/sports/story/1100751.html
Video: http://www.nfl.com/videos?videoId=09000d5d80d6a334
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Last minute chistmas gift that several of us might want to look into!
FYI - I will be sending an email in the coming days as I am finaling a group rate for snowboards and boots from a place in Sante Fe.
Also no one seems to rent gloves of any type due to sweaty hands being pretty disgusting, so be prepared to have your own or buy a cheap pair once we get there.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Hi friends. It's Monday it's 1:50 pm and I am in boxers. I am not sick, but at 7:12am this morning, I saw four inches of snow on the ground and decided to prolong my Thanksgiving vacation for another day. I called in and left a grumbly message for my boss, trying to sound as pathetic as possible. I almost did the fake cough message but refrained.
It's odd that, despite having something like 16 sick days accrued, there is some sense of guilt when you take one. That's r-tarded. Why do I have 16 days of `sick time' that sit there and go unused? I will inevitably leave this job in less than 2.5 years (like I like to do baby!) and lament all the days I could have sat around doing this in my boxers. Fuck that. Enjoy that shiat. Don't give me something about `work ethic' because ya know what, if you're gonna give me days to kick it in my undies and write stupid shit to my friends, I AM GONNA DO DAT LIL CUZ-CUZ-CUZIN!
But, I was thinking about you peeps and wondering...what would my friends do their sick days...
KEVIN DALRYMPLE
Excuse: Allergies flared up from weekend flower picking
On his day off, Kevin wakes early. He and Ginger do Pilates. Then he cooks Katie smoked Salmon and capers on rye. When Katie leaves, Kevin goes into game mode, paints his face in Bears blue and orange and logs onto to Fantasy to talk Smack!. He turns on ESPN News and let's that shit blare. Just highlights bitch. All day. Then, he pulls up a picture of Ditka, pulls out the tackle dummy he keeps underneath the bed and does drills, I mean drills, until he pukes. Then he gets online and buys thoughtful gifts for all 47 of his best friends. He orders himself an Urlacher Fat Head.
MATTHEW RYAN CHAMBERS
Excuse: Lamaze class
Matthew wakes up 14 hours before we do and grabs his dry-erase marker. He scratches off `Deftones' from his list of possible son names, and adds `Brass Monkey Chambers'. He then gets on his computer and goes to Cnn.com to read. He reads, cn, but before he has read the final `n' in cnn, he falls asleep in his computer. He wakes up and scratches of `Brass Monkey Chambers' and writes `RadCat' Chambers. He likes the name, so he C-walks in his room. He does this for 3 hours. Then he writes himself a check for $122 and Awesome cents. He goes to check it and Bank of Australia. He then goes home, pulls out his cabbage patch doll named Gnarly and practices changing his diapers and trying on cool kiddie hemp necklaces.
BRIAN WEISS
Excuse: Gino grounded me
Gino found a sack of Brian's marijuana, barked at him and rubbed Brian's nose in it. Then he made him sleep outside. Brian clawed at the door all night but, when Gino finally lets him in, Gino is in a button up and slacks. He tells Brian to stay inside today and that he will go to work for him. Brian tries to argue, but Gino has a phone call and can't talk. Gino drives the Audi to work. Brian sits around the house, watches youtube, c-walks and watches Grandma's Boy on loop. Unfortunately, when Gino comes home, Brian learns Gino has taken his job. Gino gives Brian a business card and tells him to come in the next day to discuss an opportunity to be his assistant. Brian presses his clothing to prepare for his big interview the next day.
MICHAEL MAZUR
Excuse: Accidentally built deck over his bed
Michael woke up and was stunned to find that he was sleeping on a deck, which he built over his bed. Then, he went into the kitchen, where he'd also built a deck and saw a short Ukrainian kid in his kitchen. The Ukrainian reminded Michael that he was renting the kitchen. Then Michael opened his fridge and found a Zambian girl. She was renting the fridge. Michael was in disarray. He decided to walk to Showdown to clear his thoughts. Unfortunately, as Michael walked to Showdown, his Dad pulled up behind him and nudged him with the truck. His Dad asked Michael if he was taking a `Sock Day'. He couldn't pronounce the word `Sick' correctly. He'd never said that word. Michael nodded and his Dad made him get in the truck. Michael's Dad turned and stared at Michael. He hit the gas, and, without looking at the road, drove Michael to work. When they arrived, Michael's Dad pushed him onto the street without slowing. It was 6:31am. Though Michael was late, he was happy he got to sleep in.
BRENT LUBAHN
Excuse: My dog ate my car
Lubahn woke, put Jack in a Structure shirt, cargo shorts and Crocs. They walked out the door, only to find that Bailey had eaten the steering wheel and transmission during the night. Lubahn called her a whore. Then Jack said whore. Lubahn grabbed the Pathfinder and took Jack to work, though he had to wear two pairs of sunglasses because he was unaccustomed to driving without tinted windows. Lubahn dropped Jack off (Jack off, hu-huh) and came home to find Bailey had eaten a toilet. Lubahn was mad. He decided to make a lot of toast to ease his nerves. Then, because he had so much toast, he decided to get real high to eat all that toast. He got real high in the garage and started bumping the TI album. He liked the album so much, he tried to email TI but misspelled it and emailed his IT department. Fortunately, they couldn't decode Lubahn speek, and disregarded the email as spam. Then Lubahn came inside and found that Bailey ate the toaster. Frustrated, Lubahn added players to his Fantasy `Watch List' until Melissa came home. When she did, he pretended to be on the phone. In Lubahn phone voice he said `Great. Great. Sounds good.' Then Atila peed on Lubahn's foot.
CLINT BROWN
Excuse: Bitten by Pink Dolphin
Clint woke wearing only his burnt orange boxers. He'd overslept and was running late for his 4:15am meeting. He hurriedly went to his computer and called his boss on Skype. It was the only method of communication he knew efficient. His boss answered and Clint told him his Amazon fever had returned. Clint's boss said that, in lieu of the UT-OU BCS debacle, the entire city of Austin was shut down, and to fret not. Pleased, Clint did 150 crunches while checking Nasdaq. He saw that Jon Chisenhall's Yoga company had gone public. Clint bought a majority share in the company and Skyped the Pterodactyl he met in the Andes. The Pterodactyl, Bevo, came to pick up Clint. Clint packed only Kurt's rent check, an updated copy of his resume and an ab-roller. He voyaged on Bevo to S. America, traversing the Amazon and visiting his pink dolphin friends of the past. There was much rejoicing. An Amazon guide, Quatehemoc Smith, told Clint of an opening for an Amazon guide. Clint gave him a resume, however, because Clint was yet to receive an MBA, he was underqualified. Then Bevo took Clint home. They shared a glass of chocolate milk.
ADAM FAUST
Excuse: Couldn't find bracelet to match Capri pants
Faust had a tough night sleeping; he woke up every 44 minutes to finish a poem called `The DC Piper' and, after four burritos and 3 smokes, found himself out of Tums. Not good. Faust called his boss and when his boss told him `Hope you feel better,' Faust yelled `Oh do you? Do you really?!' Then Faust threw his Iphone at his mannequin. It hit her and she fell. Faust then went and lay with her on the floor. As he lay with her, he thought of a poem. He called it `Real tears for plastic person'. He wrote it on his iPhone. He authored it iFaust. Feeling better, he made crepes and emailed Andy Warhol. Warhol's email kicked back and Faust cried. Then he rotated his basketball team. He called Piper to ask if they could give Tums to the wedding guests. She said no. He asked if they could play a Fiona Apple song at the reception. She said yes. Adam was happy. He celebrated by buying Converse capri pants. He bought them with his iPhone.
MARC MILLER
Excuse: Please, mother fucker. Please.
The last time Sergeant Miller made an excuse, John McCain was in daycare.
Sgt. Miller heard a guy say `I'm sleepy today'. That guy doesn't have eyelids anymore.
One time a guy said `Sorry I'm late' to Sgt. Miller. That man no longer has a penis.
A man once said he lost a game of Solitaire because he didn't get the right cards. That man has an Ace of Spades lodged in his thorax. No one knows who did it. Ha.
Miller's mantra: `Excuses are like genital warts, everybody's got 'em. Ha.'
LEE PORTILLO
Excuse: Xzibit is Pimping my Ride
Eleah called MTV when Lee was rotating his fantasy team and left a voice mail for Xzibit. She described the Acura, which lacks air conditioning, door paneling, a windshield and is covered in stray boogers and eyebrow hair. She also told Xzibit that despite her urges, Lee would not part with his vintage automobile. When Lee woke in the morning for work, he found Xzibit outside standing by his car. At first, Lee did his `Awwww Shiitt!' and gave X the handshake/one arm hug. But then Xzibit showed Lee an example of his idea for the Acura; it was to be transformed into a gold, fast and the furious, East LA vatos locos ride with no dried boogers and excess coolant. Portillo wasn't having it. He told Xzibit to `go back to Compton' and, remembering a poster he had of Bruce Lee, put his chops up to Xzibit's grill. Then, before a rumble, Portillo thought of his idea for an apron with `Back off my grill' written on it. His idea featured guys with grills, such as Project Pat (3-6 Mafia), Edgerrin James and Chad `Ocho-Cinco' Johnson. Xzibit straight tripped out! Together, the two unlikely pair devised a new line of Afro-centric aprons, and, to the delight of Portillo, the Acura rides on, unaltered and booger friendly.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
The New Year is upon us....... Cowtown
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Alright, just thought I would get the conversation started. Fort Worth, TX? It's safe, it's easy, it's charming, Lubahn could probably come out for one night.....
If the idea of celebrating NYE together is spending it all together, then I think we have the best chance in Cowtown. And as an extra sad but fun bonus... TCU might end up in the Ft. Worth bowl which is played on 12/31.
Please discuss.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Gentleman tonight could be the night the Frogs finally get over the hump. TCU is playing one of the biggest games in a very long time, bigger than any game in 2000 with LT, bigger than the 2003 Southern Miss game, bigger than any Oklahoma game, or Texas game, or Tech game. This game has HUGE implications on what bowl our beloved Horned Frogs will attend come early January. If we win, then we will have a valid case to jump Boise State in the standings and become eligible for a BCS Bowl for the first time in history. Most of what I have read is predicting TCU to jump Boise even if Boise wins out because of our strength of schedule of more qualified wins (BYU and hopefully Utah). It's NOT going to be easy though! Utah has a solid team with a lot of athletes. We have been blowing out opponents with our speed; however Utah might be able to match that speed tonight. They have sold out their stadium and are having a “black-out” - all students and players will be wearing black. But I will say, this is the BEST TCU TEAM I HAVE EVER WATCHED. Best defense in the nation, hands down and now our offense is starting to get in rhythm with Andy Dalton maturing into a true quality QB. Our defensive end, Jerry Hughes, is unfreaking believable and has even become a dark horse Heisman Trophy candidate.
Go watch and support the Frogs tonight. Faust and I will be supporting them together here in H-Town. They are a great team and a lot of fun to watch.
Go Frogs!
Go watch and support the Frogs tonight. Faust and I will be supporting them together here in H-Town. They are a great team and a lot of fun to watch.
Go Frogs!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
It is a historic day. The first Presidential Election in our fine blog's history. It has been a little ugly at times. A lot of liberals think Obama is the seond coming. A lot of conservatives think he's a terrorist or at least the anti-Christ. These folks probably aren't real keen on a less than fundamental McCain either. I like both of these men. I think either will do a fine job running the country. I made a decision on one of them. But, I think that is a private choice. When did it become ok to ask people who they voted for? And why do people think they have the right to judge you based on your vote? I do not understand that.
Everyone says you need to vote. But do you? Or a better question is should you? I read an article that 3 out of 5 voters are not educated on the issues (I thought it would be higher) And these 3 out of 5 usually decide the election. They vote on reasons like, "Obama looks smug" or "McCain looks too old." So, if you don't know jack, should you vote?
Everyone says you need to vote. But do you? Or a better question is should you? I read an article that 3 out of 5 voters are not educated on the issues (I thought it would be higher) And these 3 out of 5 usually decide the election. They vote on reasons like, "Obama looks smug" or "McCain looks too old." So, if you don't know jack, should you vote?
Friday, October 24, 2008
TCU Homecoming 2020....where are you gameday?
On the eve of TCU's homecoming I thought it would be nice to take a quick look into the future to see where we'll be . Good Luck!
Mazur & Bear: Still strong after 10 years
Lubahn: Still VERY fertile
Williams: Still...Williams
Clint: Still taking shit from his friends
Faust: Put on a few, but still sporty
On the eve of TCU's homecoming I thought it would be nice to take a quick look into the future to see where we'll be . Good Luck!
Mazur & Bear: Still strong after 10 years
Lubahn: Still VERY fertile
Williams: Still...Williams
Clint: Still taking shit from his friends
Faust: Put on a few, but still sporty
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Words of wisdom by Drunk Bum Bear
"I dont care if you are at work, I booked my ticket at work." - Drunk Bum Bear
Arrive 4:20 pm ....in honor of lubahn*
Depart 2:10 pm ....in honor of dividing things by 2
"I dont care if you are at work, I booked my ticket at work." - Drunk Bum Bear
Arrive 4:20 pm ....in honor of lubahn*
Depart 2:10 pm ....in honor of dividing things by 2
*After telling him I booked my flight at this time he cancelled his original flight, booked mine, and then shot-gunned the splif he was "hiding" in the ashtray of his ride.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
FAUST'S BACHELOR PARTY
Date: January 16-19, 2009
Location: Sante Fe, NM
Lodging: The House
* House being booked now
Attendees: The IC minus Crocodile Dundee and Duke Nukem
Travel Arrangements: Fly into Albuquerque, NM Friday and fly out Monday
Everyone needs to post the flights that they are looking at here, so that we can arrange times close to each other in order to rent one big vehicle for Faust to drive.
I am looking at landing at 5:00pm Friday and leaving at 12:30pm Monday.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Mr. Faust comes to Chicago
Hello friends. Happy Sunday. I hope you are all well and watching a nice Sunday night football game between the Cowboys of Dallas, Texas and the Packers of Green Bay, Wisconsin. I turned the game off to write this. I feel my sports fandom days are in the past. Kevin, I apologize.
I just poured myself a glass of southern comfort to finish off the bottle Adam Faust and I consumed in roughly 1 hour and 15 minutes yesterday evening. I will attempt to refrain from the full packages of cigarettes that loom on my porch and conscience. I am violently hungover and feel tomorrow will be worse. As I sit here listening to classical music, I am attempting to ween myself off the myth that I am amongst good friends here in Chicago and that this weekend is normalcy. That is false. My good friends are here, with their eyes on these words. I spend time with them on domain addresses and when responding to bad trade proposals (ie: Kurt Warner). That's the reality.
We had a nice weekend. We talked about each and every one of our friends. When we saw a tall girl at a bar in a group of three, we wished Matt Chambers was there to overcome the intimidation of physically matched eye contact. When we drank Hennessey, we talked about how much Brent Lubahn would have liked this wretched, potent concoction and possibly referred to it as a `nipper'. When we danced and canoodled with girls to assure ourselves that we were liked, cool and attractive, we talked about how much trouble it would be to have Lee Portillo at our side. When the MIA gunshot song came on and we danced, which was accurately described as`End Zone dances', we wondered what move Michael Mazur would have dropped in his white sneaks. When we ate Chilaquiles and heard people yelling in Spanish, we talked about how much Clint Brown would like spending time in this barrio. When the Cubs clinched the pennant and we were 10 steps from Wrigley, we talked about how much Kevin Dalrymple would have enjoyed the day. When we got out of cab in the middle of the street and started wrestling (to a crowd yelling `get him stripes' and `kick his ass purple'. I was stripes. Faust was purple.), we talked about how we probably would have been manhandled and found ourselves in some sort of legal trouble had Marc Miller been involved. When some devil skank said I reminded her of Johnny Drama, I thought about how Weiss would have liked the HBO reference and would have most likely been called Vincent Chase. Or Turtle. (jk, lol, omg, jk) Then we got high and thought about everybody.
I'm writing this because, when you've moved far from home and every one you spend time with in the new city is far from being considered a `friend', it sure is a pleasure to have a real one come visit. You all were visitors in our minds.
To sum up this unfunny gush of reminding you all that I love you, I must tell you something. Adam Faust is my great friend. He is fun and charming and people like him. When we went out Friday, I'd forgotten his strong social capability. The following day, we walked down the sidewalk together and I talked about dating and how I enjoy flirting with girls. I then turned to my friend and said:
`I don't really like it when you're here.'
I meant it.
Friendship.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Hurricane Ike
Back in Houston. No power. Cats are fighting. Dogs are barking. Mazur would be in heaven. Posting this from the old iPhone. The only light is from the screen and my cigarette butt. Warm Bud Light isn't too bad. People are nice to each other after a disaster. It makes you feel like a community. I say we bring the bachelor party talk to the blog. That's where it belongs. The blog needs a shot in the arm. Williams and I discussed letting Benson into the IC. I think I'm on board. I also think it needs to be a 100% unanimomous decision. With no lobbying. This isn't LXA. It's a real fraternity.
I hope I can sleep with those cats fighting/fucking all night.
Back in Houston. No power. Cats are fighting. Dogs are barking. Mazur would be in heaven. Posting this from the old iPhone. The only light is from the screen and my cigarette butt. Warm Bud Light isn't too bad. People are nice to each other after a disaster. It makes you feel like a community. I say we bring the bachelor party talk to the blog. That's where it belongs. The blog needs a shot in the arm. Williams and I discussed letting Benson into the IC. I think I'm on board. I also think it needs to be a 100% unanimomous decision. With no lobbying. This isn't LXA. It's a real fraternity.
I hope I can sleep with those cats fighting/fucking all night.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
http://www.break.com/index/hippies-wail-for-dead-trees.html
Do yourself a favor and please watch this video in its entirety. It is very very very funny.
It's not looking good for Houston.
Of course, my H-town wingman, the bear, took off for Tahiti this morning. Leaving me alone to strap down my garage apartment with bungee cords and my old 38" belts from college.
I don't usually concern myself with natural disasters. It annoys the poop out of me how it is ALL anyone can talk about at work. And no work gets done.
"Looks like its coming this way"
"Sure hope they send us home"
It's the fucking weather, and no one has any control over it. That's why I dont see the use in expending so much energy talking about it.
But this one looks like it could be the Cap'n Crunch of Hurricanes. So, wish me luck. I guess.
Monday, September 08, 2008
If you picture Williams as Bubb Rubb it makes it even better than it already is...Woo Wooo WATCH NOW
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
TCU 26 New Mexico 3
Andy Dalton ran for 2 touchdowns, was 16-25 for 120 yards passing, with 1 interception. He also had 2 "pooch punts" that averaged 33 yards.
Who watched the game? Feedback? I thought Dalton looked great at times, and he definitely makes good decisions (besides his one careless INT). TCU Offensive playcalling doesnt allow Dalton to really test his arm, especially when we get a comfortable lead. But that Ginger QB definitely knows the right times to run and he definitely has some quickness in those red freckled legs of his.
Special Teams looked great and our Defense looked SOLID. Besides a random 81 yard pass play, TCU defense only allowed around 100 yards (50 rushing/50 passing). Defensive Player of the Game hands down goes to Defensive End Jerry Hughes, who finished the game with six tackles, one sack, 1 1/2 tackles for losses, a forced fumble, a fumble recovery and an interception! WOW
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Dennis,
What you been up to brah?
I'm still over in Houston working for ITT-Tech.
I'm sending you a photo of a bass that Sid caught this past weekend around Gueydan. We're thinking about hitting up CoCodrie this weekend with dem boys if your down.
Let me know.
Oh yeah and check out this link to my dads link when you get a chance.
http://www.captainronscharters.com/
Cast and Blast Brah!
Ronnie
Ronnie Thibodeaux
Junior Sales Representative
ITT Tech
Friday, August 08, 2008
It's Football Time
Lets not forget who was the Champion last year...(me)
Just so there is no confusion here is a synopsis of the settings.
You will start
1 Quaterback
2 Running Backs
3 Wide Outs
1 Tight Ends
1 Kickers
2 Defensive Players (any position)
1 Defensive Lineman
1 Defensive Back
Join League
League ID= 356956
Password= filatova.
I'm excited. I was very impressed with the commitment last year. Fantasy football is not real. I have to remember that.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Faust, Congratulations, you've got your lady. I'm happy for you.
In reference to getting married. I'd like to share my thanks for everyone being there. Luby and Chambers, your presense was missed. And as far as everyone else goes, well I wanted to create a whole ranking of everyone's performance in my eye. But the only grade I could come up with was this.
Miller
Grade if our group of friends and myself were normal people. = ---F
My Grade = B. I've seen what your capable of in those situations, and you kept your head in the game.
As for everyone else I am going to just share some data.
Weiss, you kept both your champion titles as "Most Urban" guest of mine as well as "Most Euro". The slippers said I'm here to relax. But the c-walk say's, I'm here to get down and do drive by's.
These are some of my favorite series of pics below...
Did you notice that all three pics are of Williams? He is have a "faust at burger king" moment in the first one.
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