To Wing Bowl or Not to Wing Bowl...

This hiatus from eating is already making me crazy, and it's completely normal for me to get this way. Some of the eaters w/ spouses and kids need the down time to get there lives in order, spend quality time around the house. Some eaters might just need to just away for a bit, it takes a lot of commitment to travel as much as the likes of Pat, Joey and Wild Bill. But I can’t stand the down time; I would get like this in the off season for football.

I never really get to do as many contests as I would like, and honestly who does, but it seemed there was always something to look forward to. As Wing bowl falls upon us I thought this would be the one thing to get me through the winter, but it’s not and I don’t know why. This is the event I first cut my CE teeth on, this is the single largest crowd I’ve ever eaten or played in front of. Yet it’s not appeasing the dark passenger that is my completive alter ego. I think once I do my trial run this weekend I might be in a better frame of mind…We’ll let you know. On Monday…

Rings true

IN PARENTING I'VE LOST MY MIND...

BUT

FOUND MY SOUL...

I thought it was just a figure of speech but apparently not!

Who knew

See who gets it and who doesn't

"There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't"

That's what friends are for

Going through some pictures I couldn't help but notice that Steakbellie is totally checking out my wife's rack....

Bastard

Only in America

Think you've got aches and paines

Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. is gored in the leg by a fighting bull during a traditional bull run in Pamplona, Spain, Thursday July 12, 2007. Two American brothers were gored Thursday during the longest and bloodiest morning bull run at the San Fermin festival in the northeastern city of Pamplona. Lawrence Lenahan, 26, of Hermosa Beach, Calif. and Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. were gored by a bull who strayed from the pack, turned around and ran the wrong way. The older brother suffered a eight-inch (20-centimeter) goring in the left buttock after a dangerous sharp right turn in the course Lenahan described as a 'dead man's curve.' The younger brother was injured shortly before the bull ring, the end point of the daily runs, after the bulls horn entered beneath his skin in his right shin.

The moral of the story, don't F#ck w/ Bulls

How rubber gloves are made acording to gram

When my grandmother was alive she lived w/ us for a few years. So I had to do a few things that sometimes we don't want to do. But you close your eyes and remember @ some point they changed your shitty diaper and wiped your A$$. During one of her visits to the hospital she got a bed sore on her rear end. No biggie I had to put change the dressing and put this ointment on it. She was a little nervous the first time, so he decided to tell her a little joke. As I put on my gloves. I simply asked her "Do you know how they make these gloves?" "No, I don't," she replied. "Well," I spoofed, "there's a building in Mexico with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size." Ironically she didn't crack a smile. "Oh, well. I tried," I thought. But about five minutes later, as I'm finishing up, she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"

Moral of the story, Gotta watch those little old ladies! Their minds are always working. Even Grams

Will it Blend!!!!!!

I'm not kidding or exaggerating when I say this....This is the funniest site I've visited in a long time. I stayed up in bed until about 11:30 last night watching all of them...

http://www.willitblend.com/



Who ever thought this up is an F'ing marking genius...I actually went as far as getting out of bed @ quarter to twelve last night to order the home version which mind you is the one he uses in the videos. I honestly can not fathom how insanely awesome the commercial version would be. Alas I thought better of it once my feet hit the cold linoleum and realized Peep would flipping kill me...

When did it become ok

I am a huge fan of women, I love the female anatomy and always have. But since I've become married I have been happily following the look don't touch rule. Hence I have learned to love from a distance except w/ my beautiful wife of coarse.

I will admit my tastes have become more diverse, I like all shapes and most sizes, big and small boobs, Big asses and little asses...You get the idea. No one enjoys the rare siting of a nice whale tail more than me.

But could someone please tell me when it became acceptable for a woman to wear a shirt that was too short and tight w/ a Fat roll??? I work in an office that is "Business Casual" and the number of woman w/ there rolls hanging out is crazy. It takes everything in me to say "do you really think that looks good?"

I'm a fat ass and you don't see me walking around w/ a half shirt....NO!!!! And do you know why it not pretty and no one should be subject to it that didn't willingly marry me. Here is a hint, leave whatever it is your hiding under there to the imagination of the viewer. Once the present is opened there is no more suprise.

God protects the young and stupid

I love this guy...Absolutely love him. Just read the article then tell me you didn't at least think about trying it...In hind site I wouldn't need the bags of water because I'd probably piss myself.

Did Philip Fart?

Did Philip Fart?

What do you think?

This is going to be one ugly Kid

A Dhali Moment

Suddenly I find myself sitting on park bench overlooking a beautiful river, the view is simply beautiful. The smells and sounds fill my mind w/ memories, of childhood. Yet I can not place where I am, I know I've been here. I look everywhere for a sign to clue me in on where I am or how I got there, but there isn't even anyone to ask. Ironically I find I don't care, it is so relaxing to finally enjoy some of the childhood I seemed to have forgotten over time.

I am suddenly startled by movement on the bench, yet no one was here just seconds ago. As I look over I notice a skinny weathered old man. I can't help but stare, I know that face. I feel lulled into sense of security so I simply inquire, "Who are you???" In a voice eerily familiar "An old acquaintance, why?"
What are you doing here?
"I've come to warn you..."
"About?"
Impatiently as if pressed for time "Becoming a father!!!"
"What are you talking about, I think I'll be a great Dad..."
"You never will be. Trust me, I've seen it, I've been there..."
"Who are you?!?!?! You don't even know me."
"I know you, I'm just like you, Hell I practically am you. But not why I'm here. so shut up and listen. You are going to be a failure as a father, so please don't ruin the lives of your children like your life was."
"What the fuck are you talking about?? My life was ruined by anyone."
"Not even that piece of shit father of yours???"
"NO, please I couldn't have had a better role model on how to be a father"
"WHAT!!!! He was a drunk, he abandoned you, he lied to you...and you will be just like him, it's in your blood"
"I've thought of all that, I've spent more time than I honestly should have...but honestly, think about it, what a better role model than to have the complete polar opposite of what you want to be...."

Silence sets in between myself and the stranger...I know in my heart of hearts that those final words are worse than anything I could have said or done to him. Sadly I know who he is, I guess I've known in the back of my mind the whole time. I get up from the bench to walk away. A meek and desperate voice calls to me "Where are you going???" I say nothing, I don't need to. "you need to listen to me about this"...Still nothing from me. I look back and I see the tears rolling down is cheeks, I know he thinks he failed to deliver his mistimed unwanted message. Like a speech that has been practiced a million times the words roll of my tongue, "Jim" I see the look of utter surprise on his face "or should I say DAD, if you came her for forgiveness you wasted both our times...I could never be like you...I know all to well what it's like to have no one, they never will. If you are looking for forgiveness, you came to the wrong place"

Suddenly the alarm is going off, I quickly hit snooze knowing I don't want to wake my son or daughter who might have snuck in my bed during the night...I look over and see my daughter, and I'm overcome with a feeling of confidence. Because I know, no matter how bad of a job as a father I might do from time to time...I'll still be better than you.

I have witnessed the Future of my hair line

Seems through the magic of science and computers we can see what we will look like in 10, 20 0r 30 years...Unfortunately I am able to afford those ways...So I bought a $30 pair of clippers. Sounded like a good idea at the time...

If you have kids...This all makes sense

Obvious HR infraction

Yesterday t seems I had, what has been deemed a gross misjudgement in the musical lyrics I chose to sing at work yesterday. Please note it was those uptight HR people that found this infraction worthy of a written reprimand. I'll leave you w/ the lyrics and you decide if it warranted being written up...

There's a skeeter on my Peter
Whack it off....

A picture is worth a thousand words

Apparently there is a God

My New Guise

I figured I need a new guise to eat under, something that would make up for my inability to break on to the winners stand...Something that would make sure people remember me...So I found a costume that seemed like it would make an impression on people. This is the one I settled on and I plan on introducing it in Memphis this year for Krystals....Be honest is it to loose

Once in a while I would like to sleep in

Monday through Friday I can't get there little asses up...But Saturday and Sunday I'm luck if it's 6:30 or 7:00....





THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
NEVER MARRY A MORNING PERSON...YOU'LL ONLY SPAWN MORNING CHILDREN