We’re watching the Pro Bowl, and trying to stay awake, when I commented to my wife: “I can’t believe how good the dogs have been all this time.” I mean, we had cheese and crackers, and chips and dip, and other munchies out on the coffee table and I hadn’t had to shoo the dogs […]
So I’m sitting at work, wondering if my wife is going to come get me (see, we don’t just break grandmas, we break cars, too, and mine is in the shop). The phone rings, she answers, and I say “Hello.” “Oh shit, I’m supposed to come get you!!??”
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 […]