WTF? As I crawl out from under the rock I’ve been living under since my last post, which was, well, I have no idea. I am happy to announce that Barry has officially entered the 21st century. For a guy who’s basically a computer genius, he hasn’t had cable tv or a working video game consol for years. Seriously. You’d think a guy who’s so technically savvy (this word used twice in 2 consectutive posts), you’d think he’d be with it on the tv end. Well now he is.
Please note, that although I am certainly ripping on Barry right now, it must be noted that every time he visits my, Cutty’s, or Jimmy’s abode, he brings beer and if not food, he pays for a fair amount of it. Not to mention that he seems to be very entertaining to my daughter, which is definitely a plus. He proudly taught her her first rude gesture, to stick her tounge out at people.
Where is the point here? The point is that Cutty, Jimmy, and myself will descend upon Barry’s low-ceiling casa in sunny Revere on Sunday for a glorious 1pm Patriots game. Seriously, for those of you not living in the New England area and are die-hard Pats fans, it is a bitch to watch your team at midnight on a Sunday night in the 4th quarter.
We should have something to report after that. Beware, readers, the TellHimFred staff has returned. Heed what Jimmy said: Minimum Safe Distance.
Go Pats!!
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1 Jimmy Hoffa // Dec 16, 2007 at 11:14 am
It’s not really sunny. In fact, it’s cloudy, snowy and gray. But the Pats are still going to douse the Jets with gasoline, light them with a blowtorch, and watch with a smug expression on their faces as the Jets run shrieking around in circles trying vainly to douse the flames before finally succumbing and collapsing to the ground in a smouldering heap.
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