Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

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BBF

Welcome to Big Boob Friday. Well, we’ll see if I get booed out of the room for this one or if this gets pushed down like whoever gets in the way of your mom at the all-you-can-eat buffet.
So I saw this video:

(There’s a pretty good metal version of a Britney Spears song that I like better than the original)
And I thought, “Self, those dancers are pretty hot, they gave their Instagram addresses, I bet that would make a decent BBF post.” So here we are.
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BBF

Hello children, and welcome to Big Bibacious Friday.

 

bibacious (bɪˈbeɪʃəs) adjective  – tending to drink in excess

 

 

Your model for today was born in Surrey, England May 16th, 1989.  She stands 5′ 4″, 36F-26-36 and 110 lbs.  Pleasrace me to welcome Miss Brook Little!

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Public Urination

What’s up with the current rush to coarsen everything in society. From San Fran to NYC everybody is pissing in the streets.

I thought it was a french tradition. Now it’s all fashionable to drop trou and go…

I guess gone are the simpler times of panhandling.

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Mental Problems – POS Ponderings

Sometimes I’d like to start out a conversation with Fuck You!! I’ve been told that that’s rude and I need to moderate my tone. That’s like only having one drink when you’re out with the boyz trying to get crunk.

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