His eyes are up HERE, ladies & that peeps don't need a drink.
Baaaaaaa...
THAT and the prospect of being jacked up for a few days by lifting with friends made me miss Game Day this morning. Which I don't like to do normally, but...beer...meat...cake...& the hub has a strict NFC rule, so got to keep my shit tight if I hope to weasel a sweet ass minivan out of him...seeing as how I can't finance one with PB&J...But football...I like football. A lot. I like beer and meat and babies that entertain themselves while the game is on. Which is all day on Saturday. Boat seems to know what's expected of him & quietly breaks non-essential shit. Like the closet doors in the front hall, DAMN IT! He knows I'm not getting up. (I might get up) Spray nasty soy milk all over the front of the IKEA entertainment center that took 4 trips and Google translator to assemble? Sure thing. (I won't get up for that)
I smell poop & it ain't my damned turn ;-)P.S. There is no defense anywhere near Athens, GA today. UGA & UT have the most combined points in a SEC game. Ever. Richt & The Pants need to be ashamed of themselves.
P.P.S. 9:15PM is unacceptable as a start time for a game that's not on the west coast. Why in the hell we left that up to Ole Miss is beyond me. Ass. Holes. All of them. It better be an ass whupping by halftime because that's probably as long as I'll make it. Roll Tide zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Shit. He's crawling under the couch (I'll lean over for that...if he gets stuck)...
He's stuck.
Longer, leaner, faster, stronger!
Ashley
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