Watched the UFC event from last night. Yikes, was that horrible! I haven’t seen anything that lackluster since I dared to watch Pat’s “Blue’s Brothers” DVD… Can ya tell I’m still upset about Pat’s “where’s my wedding pictures, dick head” comment? Well I am. I’m petty. I’m petty and I’m sensitive. Be careful with me. I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.
Truth be told, I haven’t watched that DVD. I put it in the computer just long enough to grab the frame that’s posted up there. For all I know it’s terrific. For all I know Pat is hugely talented. For all I know Pat turns into Jesus at one point. I’m just gonna say that he seems to be singing to people who have recently finished stuffing their faces at the cruise buffet and whenever I’m full to the brim with salty, greasy food the last thing I wanna do is move. So what I’m getting at is that I’m pretty sure they wanna get away from this performance, but they can’t get away from this performance.
And if it actually was Paula that made the comment, then I still love ya Pat. Peace. God bless.
Did some cleaning up in the yard today, then took my boy for a wagon ride. On that ride I saw a man cleaning a metal railing with Windex. I thought I was the only one stupid enough to attempt to use Windex on something other than windows. I wanted to say, “It ain’t gonna work, man!” but that’s really a lesson he’s just gonna have to learn on his own. I did. Along with learning that spit doesn’t heal a bleeding cut, water does little to remove pasta sauce from a white undershirt and the most perfumed of body washes will only prevent my junk from smelling like a dead raccoon’s dick for about 3 minutes.
Goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow!