Thursday, February 19, 2015

Good news, and bad.

First, had a dream we made it to the SECCG. Coach Schotty evidently picked up right where Bobo had left off and all people could talk about around the tailgate spots outside the Dome was Chubb's amazing season. It was great (to dream about) tailgating with you all again, because it has been so long since we've had that smell of the charcoal and the buzz of music, cheering, and chatting against a backdrop of college football.

Wahoo! That part had me all like.... one was dressed correctly. There weren't any wardrobe malfunctions, but there were plenty of poor wardrobe choices. Everywhere. Georgia fans were dressed down in other ill-suited colors and otherwise acting as if they were at a plain ol' picnic. I think I even saw a dude spreading a blanket over a Yellow Lot parking spot so his kids could have a seat and read a book.

And it wasn't just Georgia fans either. We were there to beat LSU, and none of their fans were dressed up for a Southeastern Conference college football game. That's even weirder, right?

WTF? That's not what we do here.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Humpday Hilarity - Oops.

He's rather taken aback because he can't place 
where he knows her from. 
So he asks, 'Do you know me?'

To which she replies, 'I think you're 
the father of one of my kids.'
Now his mind travels back to the only time 
he has ever been unfaithful to his wife.
So he asks, 'Are you the stripper from the bachelor party 
that I made love to on the pool table, 
with all my buddies watching, while your partner 
whipped my butt with wet celery?'

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, 
'No, I'm your son's teacher.'