So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?
Hi Neighbor.
Are you going to watch the game tonight. We are playing with the Seahawks. I hate to play with a bird. I much prefer to play with a hog. But they are on the schedule tonight.
I know you would prefer to watch "2 Broke Girls" or that cool new show with the hot guy from "Ugly Betty" but please watch my game.
We are on the coast so I had a chance to pop down to San Fran for a little R & R. Can you make a fist boys and girls?
Anyway I hope we win tonight. We have to win lots and lots of games until we lose to those mean old Giants in the playoff's again. So watch me and cheer me on.
I know you want to be my neighbor.
There's a commenter with a funny-looking hat over at TOP who's attained gay-borehood.
ReplyDeleteHey WTF?
ReplyDeleteI am referring to the game not chip's comment
ReplyDeleteSad sacks
ReplyDeleteHello everyone, how are you?
ReplyDeleteI had an amazing weekend in Truro. Indian Summer is here, literally, with my Indian husband.
We apple picked, walked the beach with the rare clumber, had fine dining, and found our third eyes.
And practiced some Reiki.
It was so fab. and so beautiful. I love fall and the rare clumber loves the cooler temps.
How are you? What's going on? We had sex twice this weekend. It was uneventful-but I am just happy we can blow in front of each other. He doesn't want me to splew on the bed sheets even when we are at some fab Inn. I am like who gives a fuck, but he has to get the towels and place them around my privates to catch all the cum. Whatever.
He also bought me lots of nice gifts this weekend which was nice...and I am the older one-go figure.
I hope your tits are huge and your balls are taut and you keep reaching for the sky each and every day.
Thanks so much for asking.
tits.
The refs were the 12th man tonight...
ReplyDeleteWTF!
ReplyDeleteI hope your tits are huge and your balls are taut and you keep reaching for the sky each and every day.
ReplyDeleteSad Sacks, one more time with feeling.
Although in that first half, Aaron Rogers has more sweaty men on him than Titus at a P-Town X-T-C party.
ReplyDeleteSorry Titus, you are married now.
ReplyDeleteInga?
ReplyDeleteRobbery! The idiot refs called that interception a touchdown even though Jennings had possession of the football. Dumb-ass substitute refs are ruining football.
ReplyDeleteI will be calling Roger Goodell this morning. And I will be explaining how I will be posting those pictures of his wife, Jane Skinner, that came into my possession while she was a news reader bunny in Milwaukee.
That's an interception he may be interested in.
Whoa! Talk about pisseed! Green Bay Packer player Clay Matthews posted Roger Goddell's address and driect telephone number on his Facebook page.
ReplyDeleteClassy move.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he oughta put the O-line's faces on milk cartons while he's at it.
It would be funny if the "locked out" officials got enormous new Chicago teacher style contracts?
ReplyDeleteI am like who gives a fuck, but he has to get the towels and place them around my privates to catch all the cum.
ReplyDeleteInteresting. I see that Titus listens and learns.
Whatever.
I must admit this: Aaron Rodgers had more sweaty guys on him the first half than Kim Kardashian.
ReplyDeleteHee hee.
ReplyDeleteWinners tell jokes.
ReplyDeleteLoser's say deal the cards.
I think Troop has a point. This would never happen to the Giants. Somebody would get kneecapped.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't happen to the Bears either because they're birds of feather.
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't happen to the Bears b/c Jay Cutler wouldn't have thrown the ball anywhere near his own receivers.
ReplyDeleteInterceptions being ruled touchdowns paves the way for Brett Favre's unretirement. Just sayin.
ReplyDeleteThe Jets need to rehire Favre - nothing could go wrong with that, right?
ReplyDeleteAren't the Jets playing the Seahawks this season?
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