In My Life
In a few days I will chronicle my roofing experience with my dad as we re-roof the crib (that's "house" for you white devils).
No, the roof wasn't on fire. It was just shitty.
Well, today, your brilliant blogger decided it was a grand idea to put nails through his hand and foot, ala Jesus Christ.
That's right, I went stigmata on the world. I'm sin free again! Fuckin' YES!
Well, both nails were rusty and caused a lot of bleeding. The bleeding was my impure blood being removed from my body.
I got a tetanus shot before going away to college, and they're good for like 10 years, so I'm covered. Thank my father (remember, I'm Jesus?) I didn't go to college for 10 years, otherwise I'da been screwed, and not like the unholy sorority girls at college.
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to lockjaw like a porn star at an all you can eat cock-buffet.
But, my dad (my real dad), also put several nails into his body as well. Like father, like son. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Screw off.
Da Coach
Who dat
When I was in third grade I got hit in the head with a pink dumbbell.
Yeah, it was one of those.
We're talking about practice
The White Sox are in first place, by one-half game over the Twins. I hate the Twins.
The Bears lost their third straight pre-season game. Thank god for the fact that it's pre-season. But, Kyle Orton (who my dad is a big fan of) has won the starting job over my former front runner Sexy Rexy
Grossman (who my dad was not a big fan of). However, my "Pick to Click" isCaleb Hanie.
2 comments:
A pink dumbell huh? that explains a lot...like how you can compare yourself to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
Bob Sanders might skin and eat Orton alive on opening night, so be ready for sexy rexy to get some playing time right away
I like Bob Sanders. I don't like pink dumb bells.
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