Because hasn't the other dude at the CBS been doing a really solid, honest, and humble job with the news? Isn't that impossible these days? Especially on the TV?
"Who knew the old bastard was going to resurrect CBS news?" Imus just said on his morning program. We'll leave it at that. No links on this one, kids. If you don't know what we're talking about, find the information elsewhere. This is all the coverage Ms. Couric gets in these here parts.
However we are touching this and this. With 10-foot poles. Or something.
She's 34? She's so going to jail. He's 55? Does it f*cking matter? Oh with the dumbass. Dumbasses, even.
Ya'll got to get your learn on, people. Bad sh*t happens when you do dumb, bad sh*t.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
To the guy at the gym
"I just need to find my locker," you said, to us, in the locker room.
Did we look ready for conversation in a gym locker room with ol' sweaty shirt goggles guy? No. We were changing. Quietly and focused. We were about to have the best stress-free row we've had in months. And there you were.
You just needed to find your locker.
Well. We just needed some peace and quiet and a moment to collect our thoughts and focus. And listen to yet another Li'l Jon motherf*ckin' remix.
What.
Did we look ready for conversation in a gym locker room with ol' sweaty shirt goggles guy? No. We were changing. Quietly and focused. We were about to have the best stress-free row we've had in months. And there you were.
You just needed to find your locker.
Well. We just needed some peace and quiet and a moment to collect our thoughts and focus. And listen to yet another Li'l Jon motherf*ckin' remix.
What.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Oh (our) goodness, part 1
We love the posts around here that start with, "Seriously?"
It automatically makes us think of the Grey's Anatomy, which automatically makes us think of George and Izzie and Mer and Cristina and all of our fictional friends in Seattle. But that's another story for another day.
Today's is about this.
Seriously?
We're filing this under "We sat in the seats just fine, and we liked us some ice cream back then. And peanut butter. And french fries. And Burger King's bacon double-cheeseburgers."
Yet more proof the world is slowly ending, we guess. And we were just starting to feel happy, too.
It automatically makes us think of the Grey's Anatomy, which automatically makes us think of George and Izzie and Mer and Cristina and all of our fictional friends in Seattle. But that's another story for another day.
Today's is about this.
Seriously?
We're filing this under "We sat in the seats just fine, and we liked us some ice cream back then. And peanut butter. And french fries. And Burger King's bacon double-cheeseburgers."
Yet more proof the world is slowly ending, we guess. And we were just starting to feel happy, too.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
But the Yankees weren't playing
Our favorite tidbit from the lost weekend in Philly?
What's with the grown men fighting kids for foul balls? General rule o' thumb for ol' OMS: if we ever catch a foul ball, it goes right to whoever the closest kid is. No need to hold onto the keepsake like a f*cking moron. It's a ball. Get over it.
Here, kid. Dreams do come true. Now take your f*cking hat off during the Anthem.
What's with the grown men fighting kids for foul balls? General rule o' thumb for ol' OMS: if we ever catch a foul ball, it goes right to whoever the closest kid is. No need to hold onto the keepsake like a f*cking moron. It's a ball. Get over it.
Here, kid. Dreams do come true. Now take your f*cking hat off during the Anthem.
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