posted on October 1, 2001 08:34:22 PM
I always know when its football season. Spouse is downstairs with a friend, screaming "FUMBLE!! FUMBLE!" and the buddy is hollering "DAMMIT, THOSE #$@%#$#$ DROPPED THE BALL!", then I hear murmuring, then more "GO GO GO GO GOGOGOGOGOGOGO YOU @#$#%#[email protected]!".
Ah. The bliss of the little man happy with his toys and buds.
posted on October 1, 2001 08:43:08 PM
So get down there a fetch him a beer..
support your man and his friends ... and don’t forget the chips...I hear him calling Katherine ....hurry hurry
posted on October 1, 2001 08:45:03 PM
He can fetch his own damn beer. He knows better than to tell me to fetch ANYTHING. Might be fetching a skillet upside his head instead
posted on October 1, 2001 10:09:20 PM
ROTF! I dont know what it is...must be the full moon, but something is tickling my funny bone tonight. Must be chococakes TINGLER.
Zilvy, he can get his own damn fries, too.
hopeless, I aint pissed off. Im happy hes down there, and Im up here. I got him trained thataway, ya know
