Ugh. Well, Fredders, just when you thought you were 2007 David Ortiz and life was 2006 Mike Mussina, all of a sudden you figure out that you’re
2008 David Ortiz, and life has remembered how to put that good english on it, and you’re unexpectedly wiffing for the last out.
Got a call at 4:58 on Friday afternoon from the head admin of the school i had just dropped seven grand on, telling me that they’ve cancelled the night program, and that I’m S.O.L. until May.
Which would be fine, but what with “getting married” and “going on a honeymoon” this summer, I might have a hard time organizing that. Which is why I wanted to get it done this winter. Ah well. Bitchcakes.
Good for the Philadelphia Eagles for making it a two-fer this year. Two for two Mannings who get to make the whiny face as they see their seasons come
to an end with a wet fart of a performance in the playoffs. I drove the Brian Westbrook bandwagon in fantasy football for two years and quietly reaped the benefits of one of the league’s best athletes. I’d be happy to see them get a ring.
I’m not a fan of reality television. When people around me start talking about reality tv shows I get a little annoyed. When people start talking about The Hills I get annoyed and slightly nauseous. That said, “Rock of Love” with Bret fucking Michaels is the worst hot tranny mess of a train wreck I have ever been forced to watch.
After an impromptu guy’s night out with Barry and Cutty, involving steaks, a brief visit to the bar we love to hate, aka Dildo McGee’s, a short-haul bar hop, and finally some Johnny Walker black and late-night comedy, we ended up back at Barry’s house being submitted to this injustice.
A bunch of washed-up sluts, mostly with fake tits, all competing to…participate in whatever it is Bret Michaels decides to do with his chosen washed up slut…acting catty…acting slutty…getting schwasted on the bus…it’s pretty goddamn awful.
The next day we wanted to get Snuggies for our significant others, but Walgreens didn’t carry the burgundy ones, which are the only good ones, because they make you look like a demented Heaven’s Gate member.
Those of you who have been paying attention know how much I love the walking sanitary napkins who mobilize in bad weather to jack up the rest of us on the road. These folks brought it to new levels this weekend in New Hampshire. Boy scouts and women’s hockey teams get caught in the crossfire when these assholes come out to play.
No surprise that Heath Ledger won the Golden Globe last night. Good on him, and rest in peace.
Guess that’s all for now, Fredders. Stay warm and if you’re a spaz attack, do us all a favor and stay off the goddam roads.
Slainte.