The Guy Who Plays Devil's Advocate And Studies His Notes Admires And Charts His Growing Medically Aided Erections

Looks like I've stirred up a bit of controversy again on this blog. Not of the magnitude of the controversy with the editor of YES Weekly, not by a long shot. But, I got some comments after yesterday's post about why I make up names for places (one commenter wondered if I am required by law to change the names of places, and that's an interesting thought). And I know some of you are aware of why I do it. It's because I find it amusing. That simple. Also, it serves as a brain exercise for regular readers of this blog (at least those of you who have brains...), as they try and figure out the real name of whatever place mentioned. Just the other day, Brandon was noting that it took him awhile to figure out what Generic Bread really is. It's all just typical silliness.

Also, I'm still getting some comments on the picture of the chick from Friends who was married to Pitt. And in answer to one of the comments, I believe the picture from yesterday might have been done for Rolling Paper magazine. I can't swear to that though. I think it's time to move on as far as the hottest picture of the chick from Friends who was married to Pitt. I bet the chick from Friends who was Jerry Seinfeld's fake wife is getting a little jealous...

I saw where our friend Barack Hussein Obama is going to deliver something called The Status of the Union of the Snake later this evening. I think the snake part might be in reference to his monstrous looking wife, I'm not sure about that though. But I think I can save everyone time and effort and give The Status of the Union of the Snake in a nutshell: It sucks...Me, I won't be watching the thing. There's gotta be some hoops on somewhere. All folks are missing by skipping the big speech tonight is jive, promises that have no intention of being kept, lies, too much needless clapping, and gratuitous shots of Nancy Pelosi's cleavage, Harry Reid's dog face, and Joe Biden's massively erect medically induced boner. No thanks.

Lots of hoopla surrounding The Pants On The Ground Guy here lately. I think his name is Larry something or other. I even saw Brett Favre doing the song after the Vikes kicked ass last week against Dallas (his version wasn't very good, it appears Favre could use some singing lessons from another infamous "singing" quarterback: Terry Bradshaw {isn't it funny how you never hear about the old time greats like Johnny Unitas or Y.A. Tittle trying to sing}). Anyway, this Pants On The Ground Guy needs to try and cash in pretty quickly on the phenomenon, because like 2 weeks from now he'll be totally forgotten - much like Geilfuss is by cellmates at the Baltimore County Detention Center...

I got a couple texts last night from Luke (one of the Jacobys) and he was out at Low Bottoms on York playing trivia (not sure who all was out with him). Luke informed me that the guy who plays devil's advocate and studies his notes was out and that, unfortunately, his team won (I believe Tom's team goes by Kyle's Bowlers at that bar, seriously). No big deal there. However, Luke noted that our Lurch-like friend appeared to be admiring his own medically aided erection after his team's pointless "victory." Luke then noted that Tom probably charts the progress of his erections in some of the infamous notebooks he keeps in order to play devil's advocate and study his notes. Luke wondered how the Frankensteinesque trivia idiot might keep track of his growing stiffy. I had an answer for Luke, as I texted back: He measures the progress in millimeters.

Well, it looks like another utterly pointless post today...

Time isn't holding us

Time isn't after us

I'm out - TBFH.