Hey Krusty, Don't You Hate Pants?
Haha, I just saw Larry Dwyer in a full-on sprint across the parking lot. Pretty much anyone sprinting in business casual is funny, but LD? Come on! I don't know where he was going or why he was in such a hurry, but boy that guy sure does have a lot of teeth.
Excellent weekend. Standard football fare, but with the added bonus of infrequent alumni visitors Box and Jism. We headed out to the tailgate around 9ish, and inspired by the extra time (usually I sleep in) I bet Jism my immortal soul that I could eat 73 sausages before the day was out. I ended up stopping at 4, but only because I wanted to--I totally could have done it. The game itself was glorious, another victory with authority--I credit Charlie Weis and his magic pants.
Saturday night we all crashed like a bunch of chumps, but not before catching the end of the Miami Va-Tech game. Hilarious. I have nothing against Va-Tech, and I downright hate Miami, but I just couldn't help laughing as things continued to go terribly, terribly wrong for the Hokies.
Sunday was bad luck for Jism, as her 9am SBN flight got delayed, cancelled, and finally rescheduled for 6pm...out of Chicago. Her misfortune was my gain though, as I got an extra few hours of Jismatastic goodness out of the weekend, as well as a delicious Steak'n'Shake lunch. Hilariously, when she finally got to Chicago they basically told her that they knew of no such flight, had never even heard of South Bend Regional Airport, and then punched her in the face. So I bet that was a nice special surprise for her.
Here's some advice: one trip to Steak'n'Shake a day is really enough for any man. For some bizarre reason Kel and I headed back to Steak'n'Shake for dinner, where I made it through maybe a third of a burger before my body told me on no uncertain terms that I was not to ingest any more Steak'n'Shake that day. Thank God I still had those 69 sausages leftover from Saturday or I would surely have starved.
And now, please enjoy these unrelated and wildly out of context Lunchbox quotes from the weekend.
"In the future, porn must be distributed on octagonal DVDs."
"Or you could just release feline AIDS into the water supply."
"What, she's not coming!? She'd better be having sex with a horse right now."
"Then he chased me up a hill and I had to call the State Troopers like, help meeee!"
"Get out of bed and put on something tight--you're taking us out to lunch."
"Naturally I assumed he was a Viet Cong sniper."
"Then he started beating me with a book, yelling Study! Study!!"
"Yeah, I dated an older woman--her name was Gertrude and she said I reminded her of a World War I Doughboy."
"I'm telling you, chug a bottle of pedialyte and rub one out--it works!"
"They were my anal warts all along! Hee hee hee!"
Excellent weekend. Standard football fare, but with the added bonus of infrequent alumni visitors Box and Jism. We headed out to the tailgate around 9ish, and inspired by the extra time (usually I sleep in) I bet Jism my immortal soul that I could eat 73 sausages before the day was out. I ended up stopping at 4, but only because I wanted to--I totally could have done it. The game itself was glorious, another victory with authority--I credit Charlie Weis and his magic pants.
Saturday night we all crashed like a bunch of chumps, but not before catching the end of the Miami Va-Tech game. Hilarious. I have nothing against Va-Tech, and I downright hate Miami, but I just couldn't help laughing as things continued to go terribly, terribly wrong for the Hokies.
Sunday was bad luck for Jism, as her 9am SBN flight got delayed, cancelled, and finally rescheduled for 6pm...out of Chicago. Her misfortune was my gain though, as I got an extra few hours of Jismatastic goodness out of the weekend, as well as a delicious Steak'n'Shake lunch. Hilariously, when she finally got to Chicago they basically told her that they knew of no such flight, had never even heard of South Bend Regional Airport, and then punched her in the face. So I bet that was a nice special surprise for her.
Here's some advice: one trip to Steak'n'Shake a day is really enough for any man. For some bizarre reason Kel and I headed back to Steak'n'Shake for dinner, where I made it through maybe a third of a burger before my body told me on no uncertain terms that I was not to ingest any more Steak'n'Shake that day. Thank God I still had those 69 sausages leftover from Saturday or I would surely have starved.
And now, please enjoy these unrelated and wildly out of context Lunchbox quotes from the weekend.
"In the future, porn must be distributed on octagonal DVDs."
"Or you could just release feline AIDS into the water supply."
"What, she's not coming!? She'd better be having sex with a horse right now."
"Then he chased me up a hill and I had to call the State Troopers like, help meeee!"
"Get out of bed and put on something tight--you're taking us out to lunch."
"Naturally I assumed he was a Viet Cong sniper."
"Then he started beating me with a book, yelling Study! Study!!"
"Yeah, I dated an older woman--her name was Gertrude and she said I reminded her of a World War I Doughboy."
"I'm telling you, chug a bottle of pedialyte and rub one out--it works!"
"They were my anal warts all along! Hee hee hee!"
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though i was very into guys not wearing any pants, i only saw a couple of guys in kilts, and a few others with shorts so short they were hidden by their ponchos, and never actually saw a gent with no pants.
on a side note, and unrelated topic, i saw fro's wang.
and after i was punched in the face (repeatedly by the airport security lady who did my full body and bag screen), i befriended a black Mary Kay saleslady named Donna, who quickly came to my rescue, by offering me "African" skintoned foundation to conceal the remaining, unbruised, white parts of my face.
-jism
2:26 PM, November 07, 2005
Once again, your Blog gives Katie's a swift kick squall to the jollies.
6:46 PM, November 07, 2005
9:01 PM, November 07, 2005
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