Geilfuss, on his awesome blog, was going on about Andre Agassi and some hair weave the dude wore back about 20 years ago. And I'm not certain what all the hullabaloo (sp?) is about over this. I watch Jerry Springer, and I can say with great certainty that every sister on the show wears a weave. The reason I know this is because whenever they fight over some deadbeat guy, inevitably some hair starts flying across the stage (it's about the most enlightening part of each show). So, if sisters on Springer are wearing the weave, isn't it only logical to assume that Agassi would as well? He's always been a trendsetter, no doubt about it.
The Faceshit just gets sillier and sillier. One "friend" of mine (a girl I've spent 5-7 minutes talking to my entire life) had an update where she claimed she figured out a plot for her novel. Two things on this - 1) if it's ever published (which is highly unlikely) I would urge everyone not to read it & 2) I wrote a reply on her Faceshit "wall" that said - Is it a burial plot?
More tales of woe for old Barry, as when he got up to say a few words after the nutty Islamic Jihadist at Ft Hood murdered 13 people, he gave a shout out to some Indian witch doctor type dude first. And if you ever doubted that old Barry had nothing but utter contempt for the armed forces, that shout out to some medicine man should have cleared up matters for you once and for all.
Also, it seems that the Islamic Jihadist who murdered the 13 people has ties to Va Tech. And I'm not sure what it is about foreigners and Virginia Tech that seems to breed mass murderers. Someone with a worthless sociology degree would have to delve into that. But, my own thought is that none of these mass murders, the mass murders that have been done by foreigners with ties to Virginia Tech, would have ever happened if the school had never changed their nickname from the Gobblers.
I was out at Playas again over last weekend, and I can report that the lonely, old, drunk Jewish guy from Pikesville (the one who screamed "Let's go Maryland!" ad nauseum, when the Terps weren't even playing) has been banned from the place for life. I'm not sure how anyone can get banned for life from a den of inequity like Playas, but this old drunk from Pikesville managed to. I missed him terribly on Sunday, as his insight into what was wrong with the Baltimore passing game against the Bengals would have been super enlightening. And by super enlightening, I mean completely asinine and vocalized through slurred noises originating from his alcohol laced mouth.
Without the old timer at Playas for Sunday Ticket, Brandon and I were forced to find some other method of becoming annoyed for the afternoon. And sure enough, we did. It was called the Seattle Seahawks. They managed to fall behind Detroit, of all teams, 17-0 before rallying. The problem for us was that we needed the Seahawks to win by more than 10 and they were only ahead 25-20 with less than a minute left in the game. Then we got a miracle and became unannoyed (is that a word???), as Matthew Stafford tossed a pick six for us. 32-20 final. I sent Stafford a postcard on Monday to thank him. That pick six not only covered that game for us, but we also completed a 3 teamer with it. Huge.
Also, Brandon's buddy Ben was out for a good part of the day. I hadn't seen Ben in a long while. Anyway, at one point we got into a debate about what you can tell about a girl based on the jersey she chooses to wear. It was during the Ravens/Bengals contest that the whole notion hit me. I relayed that many of the normal "good" girl Raven fans would wear a Heap (maybe a Flacco now that he's getting so popular) and a bad girl, a girl who is flat out freakish and gets nasty at the drop of a hat, the kind of girl who Geilfuss seems so drawn to, would be wearing a #20 - Ed Fucking Reed. So, we got to talking about this idea with several other teams and about how what jersey a girl chose said if she was wholesome or skanky. It was pretty interesting. I can report that that Brandon spent a good part of the conversation on the floor laughing. Oh, and I can also report that if you ever meet a female Eagles fan wearing a #7, run for your fucking life.
Lastly at Playas, early on Sunday there was a hopelessly ugly couple that came into the bar to shoot pool (over 2/3 of the joint is pool tables, but I think there have been more than just cue balls racked on them, if you get my drift...get it? I kill myself). Anyway, before they went back to the pool part to shoot, the woman part of this couple asked Gina (the awesome bartender) if there was a list of today's drink specials listed on a page she could peruse. Gina pointed to the wall. On the wall were the 3 Sunday Ticket specials listed (Big Beers, Goldschlager shots, and something else - I have no idea). Well this ugly woman seemed taken aback that the specials were not written out on paper. Then this homely pool shooting chick requested a Diet Dr Pepper. At Playas. Ordering a Diet Dr Pepper at Playas is like asking a nun if she has an extra condom in her purse you can use. I started screaming - literally (many of you have witnessed this kind of reaction from me first hand). Finally, this couple walked back to shoot pool. Then I said, "I have just one word to describe that." Gina said "What is it?" I replied "Repulsive." Brandon spit his beer out. I then asked him "Are you sure you've never been to Get Bent Lounge before? Because that was Andy-esque right there."
I went to see some movie called Paranormal Activity last week. Evidently it's some kind of wildly successful phenomenon. Anyway, it was supposed to be scary. But I just kept laughing at how ridiculous the whole premise was - that whole thing at the beginning where the San Diego Police are thanked for their assistance with the film - stupid. And when the girl becomes possessed at the end by the demon or whatever, that was silly. If you haven't seen it, don't.
I was watching the Mad Men the other night. Now, I haven't followed it too closely this season (football, obviously). But, evidently January Jones (I think the character is named Betty) found out that Don's life was a big lie and he married her under false pretenses. Which is fine, whatever. But the thing about it is that when they showed her at her attorney's office to discuss divorce, she was there with a strange older looking dude. And I thought, there's hope for J yet.
More to come soon.
Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?
The Faceshit just gets sillier and sillier. One "friend" of mine (a girl I've spent 5-7 minutes talking to my entire life) had an update where she claimed she figured out a plot for her novel. Two things on this - 1) if it's ever published (which is highly unlikely) I would urge everyone not to read it & 2) I wrote a reply on her Faceshit "wall" that said - Is it a burial plot?
More tales of woe for old Barry, as when he got up to say a few words after the nutty Islamic Jihadist at Ft Hood murdered 13 people, he gave a shout out to some Indian witch doctor type dude first. And if you ever doubted that old Barry had nothing but utter contempt for the armed forces, that shout out to some medicine man should have cleared up matters for you once and for all.
Also, it seems that the Islamic Jihadist who murdered the 13 people has ties to Va Tech. And I'm not sure what it is about foreigners and Virginia Tech that seems to breed mass murderers. Someone with a worthless sociology degree would have to delve into that. But, my own thought is that none of these mass murders, the mass murders that have been done by foreigners with ties to Virginia Tech, would have ever happened if the school had never changed their nickname from the Gobblers.
I was out at Playas again over last weekend, and I can report that the lonely, old, drunk Jewish guy from Pikesville (the one who screamed "Let's go Maryland!" ad nauseum, when the Terps weren't even playing) has been banned from the place for life. I'm not sure how anyone can get banned for life from a den of inequity like Playas, but this old drunk from Pikesville managed to. I missed him terribly on Sunday, as his insight into what was wrong with the Baltimore passing game against the Bengals would have been super enlightening. And by super enlightening, I mean completely asinine and vocalized through slurred noises originating from his alcohol laced mouth.
Without the old timer at Playas for Sunday Ticket, Brandon and I were forced to find some other method of becoming annoyed for the afternoon. And sure enough, we did. It was called the Seattle Seahawks. They managed to fall behind Detroit, of all teams, 17-0 before rallying. The problem for us was that we needed the Seahawks to win by more than 10 and they were only ahead 25-20 with less than a minute left in the game. Then we got a miracle and became unannoyed (is that a word???), as Matthew Stafford tossed a pick six for us. 32-20 final. I sent Stafford a postcard on Monday to thank him. That pick six not only covered that game for us, but we also completed a 3 teamer with it. Huge.
Also, Brandon's buddy Ben was out for a good part of the day. I hadn't seen Ben in a long while. Anyway, at one point we got into a debate about what you can tell about a girl based on the jersey she chooses to wear. It was during the Ravens/Bengals contest that the whole notion hit me. I relayed that many of the normal "good" girl Raven fans would wear a Heap (maybe a Flacco now that he's getting so popular) and a bad girl, a girl who is flat out freakish and gets nasty at the drop of a hat, the kind of girl who Geilfuss seems so drawn to, would be wearing a #20 - Ed Fucking Reed. So, we got to talking about this idea with several other teams and about how what jersey a girl chose said if she was wholesome or skanky. It was pretty interesting. I can report that that Brandon spent a good part of the conversation on the floor laughing. Oh, and I can also report that if you ever meet a female Eagles fan wearing a #7, run for your fucking life.
Lastly at Playas, early on Sunday there was a hopelessly ugly couple that came into the bar to shoot pool (over 2/3 of the joint is pool tables, but I think there have been more than just cue balls racked on them, if you get my drift...get it? I kill myself). Anyway, before they went back to the pool part to shoot, the woman part of this couple asked Gina (the awesome bartender) if there was a list of today's drink specials listed on a page she could peruse. Gina pointed to the wall. On the wall were the 3 Sunday Ticket specials listed (Big Beers, Goldschlager shots, and something else - I have no idea). Well this ugly woman seemed taken aback that the specials were not written out on paper. Then this homely pool shooting chick requested a Diet Dr Pepper. At Playas. Ordering a Diet Dr Pepper at Playas is like asking a nun if she has an extra condom in her purse you can use. I started screaming - literally (many of you have witnessed this kind of reaction from me first hand). Finally, this couple walked back to shoot pool. Then I said, "I have just one word to describe that." Gina said "What is it?" I replied "Repulsive." Brandon spit his beer out. I then asked him "Are you sure you've never been to Get Bent Lounge before? Because that was Andy-esque right there."
I went to see some movie called Paranormal Activity last week. Evidently it's some kind of wildly successful phenomenon. Anyway, it was supposed to be scary. But I just kept laughing at how ridiculous the whole premise was - that whole thing at the beginning where the San Diego Police are thanked for their assistance with the film - stupid. And when the girl becomes possessed at the end by the demon or whatever, that was silly. If you haven't seen it, don't.
I was watching the Mad Men the other night. Now, I haven't followed it too closely this season (football, obviously). But, evidently January Jones (I think the character is named Betty) found out that Don's life was a big lie and he married her under false pretenses. Which is fine, whatever. But the thing about it is that when they showed her at her attorney's office to discuss divorce, she was there with a strange older looking dude. And I thought, there's hope for J yet.
More to come soon.
Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?
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