18 hours to go…

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it’s the open
sea. For others (the masochists), it’s the food. For you, it’s
definitely the fighting. Even though you’re not always the traditional
swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine,
reliable pirate. Arr!
I reallowed anonymous comments. The thing is, you have to post a secret code that the bots can’t read. Thanks for dealing with it. trust me, it’s better than the goatse/hentai/Deliverance BS that was infecting the sock over the last little while…
Yes, I ponied up. Not because I didn’t want to get stuck with Texas/Missouri instead of Michigan / whoever. No, it’s because last week my state got the 9 am Colorado @ Miami feed, but my local ABC affiliate thought that the Cher makeup infomercial, some EZ finance crap and some televangelist hatefest was way more important than some stupid intersectional football game. Asshats.
PLEASE NOTE: The title of the post is opinion only. It is an opinion. A metaphor. An appellation. Le nom de merde. Also, it is not a reflection on the professional abilities of the above person. It is NOT nor is it intended to be a factual representation that the above dillweed’s head is literally made of or contains shit.
The previous disclaimer is NOT nor is it intended to be a factual representation that the above cretin is or has any connection to dillweed, dill, weed, Beavis and/or Butthead (who exemplify the meaning and intent of the phrase “dillweed”), or the Vlasic Pickle Corporation of Schnectady, New York. Or whatever.
The previous use of the word “cretin” does not necessarily reflect an actual medical diagnosis of any condition, even that of being alive. Your mileage may vary. Subject to prior sale. For entertainment purposes only.
Fucking lawyers.

OMG – they gave up a last minute TD to lose. Plus Henne looks like Navarre (deer in the headlights) this year.
B. F. D.
Crap that occupied my weekend…
Moving is done, $55 in gas later…
Weirdness? Well, that is at about 11 still.
Broke the s*** out of some furniture I hate.
Water heater sprung a leak, which meant trashed, swampy carpet in
Monkey’s room. Monkey did not think the smell under her bed was newsworthy. Surprise!
Failed stucco screwed up some particle board under the shingles. Roof should be a cheap repair.
Dammit Bob Vila, where the hell are you?