Turn the music up in the headphones
Get that dirt off your shoulder
Happy New Year, a bit late.
Nevermind that, Blain and I are celebrating the death of Gerald Ford, the unlikliest of presidents, perhaps the dumbest of presidents, and a three-time lettermen as the center for the Michigan football team....
(Um, hello Michigan. You got your ass handed to you today by my Trojans. How does it feel to just have to take it like that? With no kisses, no sweet-talking, no-dinner, no flowers, just an abrupt, swift cornholing. Much like prison, with all your fellow Woverines. Dwayne Jarret- 11 catches, 205 yards, 2 touchdowns. Ouch.)
((Before you even start, I know. I know. I know. If they hadn't lost to UCLA. Well FUCLA and FUC U 2.))
Anyway, Tuesday, in the morning, I had a southern tradition of dining on hoppin' john on New Year's Day. Apparently you have to eat it before you leave the house on New Year's Day, and, if you do, it will bring you good fortune throughout the year.
Rock star.
Doodlebug and Blain, kicking it Old School.
Because that's how we roll.
Beeyotch.
Happy New Year, and God Bless the Soul of Gerald Ford, former president and luckless Michigan grad.
May you tumble down the ivory staircase like Chevy Chase, land ass over teakettle and come up smelling like roses.
Pax Vobiscum.
This, my friends, is livin'. L-I-V-I-N.
Chica can sing, no?
Nevermind that, Blain and I are celebrating the death of Gerald Ford, the unlikliest of presidents, perhaps the dumbest of presidents, and a three-time lettermen as the center for the Michigan football team....
(Um, hello Michigan. You got your ass handed to you today by my Trojans. How does it feel to just have to take it like that? With no kisses, no sweet-talking, no-dinner, no flowers, just an abrupt, swift cornholing. Much like prison, with all your fellow Woverines. Dwayne Jarret- 11 catches, 205 yards, 2 touchdowns. Ouch.)
((Before you even start, I know. I know. I know. If they hadn't lost to UCLA. Well FUCLA and FUC U 2.))
Anyway, Tuesday, in the morning, I had a southern tradition of dining on hoppin' john on New Year's Day. Apparently you have to eat it before you leave the house on New Year's Day, and, if you do, it will bring you good fortune throughout the year.
Rock star.
Doodlebug and Blain, kicking it Old School.
Because that's how we roll.
Beeyotch.
Happy New Year, and God Bless the Soul of Gerald Ford, former president and luckless Michigan grad.
May you tumble down the ivory staircase like Chevy Chase, land ass over teakettle and come up smelling like roses.
Pax Vobiscum.
This, my friends, is livin'. L-I-V-I-N.
Chica can sing, no?
posted by Joe at
5:02 AM
5 Comments:
Happy New Year to you and your new "rockstar"! She looks mighty hot in her jeans and black top.
Nice job on the acoustic version of Jane Says.
I sang you PLUSH for your New Years Eve gift. Did you get my voicemail?
"Thats the one thing i love about high school girls. I keep getting older and they keep staying the same age. Alright alright alright."
I knew I was forgetting something yesterday...no hoppin'john, but for some reason, I did buy collard greens, so I was on track for southern food anyway. I may be the only person in the BDC who eats collards, but I will never buy them again in a store where they are not clearly marked: "Price check on--what are these again?--" with a side of rubber neck and laser eyes by everyone within a 20-foot radius, I swear. Gah!
If you guys think you can sing--oh my gosh-----you should never left your real job.
Oh my gosh--if you guys think you can sing---you should have never left your day job.........
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