No, I’m not talking about language. I’m talking about my daughter. She’s probably somebody’s idea of a perfect wife (in twenty years or so): She likes football. She loves to get nekkid and run around the house. And the yard. And the street, come to think about it. Pretty much anywhere. And one of her […]
I would rather watch High School Musical 2 (Saved by the Bell Edition) for the eleventh time than watch football tonite. Guess who’s playing? Yeak, Dickless’ old team, and they will spend every spare breath on Michael and his bullshit. Hey, NFL, and the rest of the world, how about a little perspective? As horrid […]
We were working together in the yard, and I was singing “If I had a million dollars” and when I got to the line: ‘I’d buy you a lawn boy”** my wife said “as long as it’s Corbin Bleu!” And, I gotta say, he’s got a fine ass. She’ll probably get her request. You know, […]