Stupid Big Brother.
The microscope is too glaring. My nerves are a mess. Up at 5am….home at 8pm….slamming over-priced, under cooked corporate sponsored meals this week. Damn is that pint of Stella gonna swill down beautifully Friday…
Needless to say….I’m frail, weak, and unable to spend an ounce of energy on spewing nonsensical sport related posts so a guy named Big Dog can skate down drive down from O.C. with Todd Marinovich and ravage/puncture me with a needle and syringe (see comments on this post HERE).
I’ll try and post stuff tonight….no promises. I know….I can feel the disappointment through your monitor.
(Ed. Note - sorry if I offended anyone with the photo of that kid sticking his hand up that mule’s ass. Generally I find it funny when appendages are slammed into any orifice. It’s always worth a giggle.)
