I had a hot dog no bun cold uncooked with a Diet Dr Pepper out da can and Snickers for desert.
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I had a hot dog no bun cold uncooked with a Diet Dr Pepper out da can and Snickers for desert.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised but man the faithful are ate up about Memphis.
No bullshit, this is bad ass, and you've apparently worked your ass off to achieve this.
Having said that, can you tell me more about "Grand Slam After Hours? Do you all throw slices of bologna on Pete Rose's bare ass? Do you all have Jose Conseco ride a sybian machine?
Tax and subsidize is what I always say.
Never heard of the movie so I googled the description.
“Six women question their friendships and futures when they travel to Napa Valley, California, to celebrate a 50th birthday.
Why would you even think about watching that?
“Six women question their friendships and futures when they travel to Napa Valley, California, to celebrate a 50th birthday.
Why would you even think about watching that?
Forgot to mention that last Sunday for Mother’s Day we all went out to a lovely, local Mexican restaurant. Everyone there belonged to the post-church, feed momma some tacos crowd. Except one guy in the bar.
He was by himself, pounding margs and dropping about 10 dollars worth plays into the ol’ digital jukebox. By the 3rd song, I made eye contact with him and there was just a serene expression of contentment in that dude’s eyes. Like he knew something no one else in that place knew. My table, like everyone else in the joint, rolled their eyes while at the same time “feeling sorry” for him. When we glanced at each other, I knew he felt everyone’s judgment . . . and REJECTED it.
So, in his honor, here’s a SATURDAY five:
1. Gimme 3 Steps - Lynard Skynard
2. Who made who - AC/DC
3. Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound - Hank Jr.
4 Bawitaba (or whatever the hell that song is called) -Kid Rock
5. Cowboy - dude got in a groove on Kid Rock, I guess. You know, for all the mothers in there.
He was by himself, pounding margs and dropping about 10 dollars worth plays into the ol’ digital jukebox. By the 3rd song, I made eye contact with him and there was just a serene expression of contentment in that dude’s eyes. Like he knew something no one else in that place knew. My table, like everyone else in the joint, rolled their eyes while at the same time “feeling sorry” for him. When we glanced at each other, I knew he felt everyone’s judgment . . . and REJECTED it.
So, in his honor, here’s a SATURDAY five:
1. Gimme 3 Steps - Lynard Skynard
2. Who made who - AC/DC
3. Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound - Hank Jr.
4 Bawitaba (or whatever the hell that song is called) -Kid Rock
5. Cowboy - dude got in a groove on Kid Rock, I guess. You know, for all the mothers in there.
Sometimes you gotta let the wife pick the movie...and she was snoozing 20 minutes in. A truly remarkable piece of cinematic crap.
No worries, I’m boat bound now. Oh today is gonna be beautiful!!!
Boat went to a steakhouse and ordered a sirloin. That’s not why we do this.
Malone’s
Not every meal has to be tomahawk ribeyes.
Learn steak.
Malone’s prime sirloin is the best deal in town.
Not every meal has to be tomahawk ribeyes.
Learn steak.
In fairness, he never ripped off a literary piece, done by a friend, as his own either.
Man, the annual 3rd quarter GSW run. Kicking myself for not taking Warriors +320 at halftime.
Bodexpress beating two horses this way is the damndest thing I've seen in awhile. It's amazing.
Happens a lot....taking 120-130 lbs off makes a huge difference. They usually either win by a lot or mess the whole race up. Those outriders were nuts trying to catch it in the stretch.
Shew, talk about bad luck. Yesterday one of my friends boats won’t start-boom $1200 fuel pump.
Then he takes his jet ski out, battery dies. Storm comes in, trying to jump start it before the rain. Successful at least, and didn’t drop my jumpbox in the lake. That’s a plus.
Then he gets a nice ride back to the dock, through blinding rain, full on lightning and white caps.
Then he gets to his new lake house-lightning strike, blows out his security camera and almost sets the place on fire that he’s spent the last 6 months finishing himself with wood from his family’s farm.
But he did get to enjoy some nice beverages and cooked me a nice steak, so all in all, not a bad day.
Then he takes his jet ski out, battery dies. Storm comes in, trying to jump start it before the rain. Successful at least, and didn’t drop my jumpbox in the lake. That’s a plus.
Then he gets a nice ride back to the dock, through blinding rain, full on lightning and white caps.
Then he gets to his new lake house-lightning strike, blows out his security camera and almost sets the place on fire that he’s spent the last 6 months finishing himself with wood from his family’s farm.
But he did get to enjoy some nice beverages and cooked me a nice steak, so all in all, not a bad day.
And on top of all that, it was a sirloin. Talk about a shitty day.
-grilled 2 ribeye/a sirloin/strip and some merguez sausage last night. Ceasar salad/sauteed shrooms/onion/Sliced tomato. Summerish.
-quick pickling some red onion and fresno peppers to recreate a beet salad the wife fell in love with at the obstinate daughter.
-planted some limelight and pinky winky hydrangeas this morning. I like dirt.
-i like the idea of boat life. Practice is another thing altogether. Better to have friends/relatives with boats.
-quick pickling some red onion and fresno peppers to recreate a beet salad the wife fell in love with at the obstinate daughter.
-planted some limelight and pinky winky hydrangeas this morning. I like dirt.
-i like the idea of boat life. Practice is another thing altogether. Better to have friends/relatives with boats.
Fi
Filet actually.
Kind of humorous that captain 99cent sausage and jelly biscuit guy is getting uppity about cuts of meat.
Filet actually.
Kind of humorous that captain 99cent sausage and jelly biscuit guy is getting uppity about cuts of meat.
Shhhhhh. You have at least a year before these are funny.
I know it has been en vogue among social elites to ridicule us ignorant ass Southerners for some time now, but after watching this PGA Championship, there isn’t a more insufferable human than East Coast Sports Bro.
Can we apologize to Europe in advance for what will transpire at the 2024 Ryder Cup? It will be a national embarrassment.
Can we apologize to Europe in advance for what will transpire at the 2024 Ryder Cup? It will be a national embarrassment.
Long Island is close to Queens, which is one of the great shitholes of America. This is also where you'll encounter fans of the Mets and Jets.
Jena makes me uncomfortable - seems like an insecure psycho. Pretty sure Brooks feels the same.
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