Bears. What the hell? Everyone in Nashvegas is playing with themselves because Payton played for UT. Well, screw this one-horse town (no pun intended). The Bears should have taken it all, damn it!
I Think the NFL, with all its forgiveness (Tank) and charity (Big Brothers) should spend the money on special footballs that a young, inexperienced QB can grip in the rain. I mean, C'MON! Did anyone else see the ONE GUY on the sidelines who made sure Payton threw a dry ball (no pun intended) every time? I sure as hell did. Total Bullshit.
I hate picking second-bests. The money is no big deal...it's the shit I put up with for five hours after the game because I was the only Bears fan at the F'n party that I despise. Not only do I get crap BEFORE the game because I have chosen a misunerstood career (Block Heads think all writers are emotional misfits), but to have my ass handed to me AFTER the game...let's just say the impromtu wrestling match at one-in-the-morning brought my 335 lbs. body some SERIOUS satisfaction. Yea, say "uncle," bitch!
Hope everyone enjoyed the commercials as much as I did. And what about Prince? You go, Big Daddy. The eighties will forever rock! Oh, yes. All you Colts fans...congrats, but LICK MY BALLS!
Drywall in the new editing suite...coming along nicely.
Here is one of Gary on the manlift adding on to the roof. I am changing to a nice black shake roof, which will work better with the yellow siding. With both of us in the lift's basket at about forty feet, that thing sways like a damn politician!
One of the negatives about living in Nashville is the constant threat of late-winter/early-spring thunderstorms. That's yours truly on a ladder about thirty feet up trying to pull a tarp over the new master bath dormer.
