The title is pointless, other than vaguely resembling one of the puzzle categories on Wheel. Of. Fortune.
Over on Facebook, I laughed at the ineptitude of the Washington Redskins football team, who have a realistic chance of losing to the Detroit Lions, who have lost something like 28 in a row. And my nephew piped up and called me a hater. Sorry James, but that was pity. And to help you know the difference here is a small sample of my potential hate.
Q: Who do you root for when the Redskins play the Cowboys?
A: A sniper in the stands.
Which was my go-to football joke until those assholes Malvo and Muhammed fucked that up.
I don't care to check to see if "Muhammed" is spelled correctly. Read it phonetically.
I hate fish, which is relevent only in that I am now taking Fish Oil capsules, which are full of healthy Omega 3's. If I burp fish, I may lose everything. Film at 11.
Our next door neighbor had her babies yesterday. Yep, twins. A boy and a girl. Everyone is fine. If you'd like to leave your congrats in the comments, I'll pass them along. That oughta creep 'em out, eh?
This weekend, I learn to use a sewing machine. I feel special because my wife has an uber-expensive setup that she uses expertly, and the fact that she trusts me enough to touch it - even while closely supervised - tells me that she truly loves me.
More later, I've got a honey-do list a mile long, and it's only half done.
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If there were snipers at professional sporting events I would seriously consider becoming a fan and watch them on tv (I'm not so stupid as to attend these blood baths.) I would even pop popcorn and paint my face or whatever armchair fans do.
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