Suzi should totally come to Phoenix and teach me "Baseball for Dummies" cause my latest fake boyfriend is a fiend.
I like this idea. I really do.
'Safe'
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Suzi should totally come to Phoenix and teach me "Baseball for Dummies" cause my latest fake boyfriend is a fiend.
I like this idea. I really do.
Me too. Lots. And not just for the entree it will give me to make indecent suggestions to Keith Olbermann.(although I suppose "Excuse me, you have too much candy," might also work.) Although if I don't ever get to do that, quite possibly the terrorists have won...invoke Homeland Security.
my grandfather is taking me out to dinner tonight
That is so sweet. I hope you get rid of the headache before dinner, sj.
if cookies are self-indulgent, I'm a total whore today.
I've heard that about you, Erika. Want a cookie?
Always room for one more, pet. And, when, fandoms collide, KO invoked the evil of leather pants yesterday. Apparently, some sportcaster named Berman(who I keep wanting to call Rick Berman, though that is Star Trek man...) tried to pick up some chick in Scottsdale in leather pants by just waving and saying "you're with me, Leather,"(Her finger gesture was not recorded for posterity, and, no, it wasn't me, although why does that crap always happen here?) My contribution to my discussion was that Berman should have watched "Buffy". He might have known better. Maybe it was Anya, hard at work. Because nobody in sports can say "leather" without snickering at this dude, which strikes me as perfect vengeance for a married man in the public eye, don't you think?
I want Girl Scout Trefoils.
some sportcaster named Berman
Chris Berman. AKA, Boomer. A fellow ESPN alum, and fellow baseball fanatic. Famous for his nicknames, the best of which was for the outfielder Oddibe MacDowell - "Going back back back is Oddibe Young Again MacDowell, who makes the catch at the wall."
It got quiet in here.
It's almost time to go home!
And it's nice and warm out (47F).
I figured you'd know, Hecubus. So there's some competitive in that snark, huh? It's kind of too bad...the weak moment in question being so long ago and all. And of course, he had to look lame in front of his fellow statistic-brained sports geeks. Instead of like, me, who'd be all "Tough break, what's your face!" ETA: But it's still a funny story. But wouldn't you know, if KO knows about it, that shit's forever? I would. He probably can't buy a belt without agita, now.
Sigh. Sometimes being a girl just plain sucks. I feel like crap right now and want to go home. And I ate a piece of cake and four brownie bits that I am TOTALLY blaming on the PMS.