Apparently, I’m the only one I know who can’t hear the words “Michelle Kwan” and “injured groin” without making a sexist joke." />
Apparently, I’m the only one I know who can’t hear the words “Michelle Kwan” and “injured groin” without making a sexist joke. I’m sorry, but skaters do it for me.
The Winter Olympics are a great chance to study random geography. If nothing else.
My boss asked me what I did over the weekend. And after I told him that I spent the weekend watching television and hanging with my girl, he said, “I’m so happy you’re finally getting a little domesticated.” I think my wings are (however temporarily) clipped. If you’re religious, well, throw a prayer my way. Unless you pray to a different God than I do. If that’s the case, don’t bother. My God has problems with that stuff.
When you have the kind of girlfriend who is not only excited about going to a strip club on Valentine's Day, but also wants to bring one of her (female) friends along, well, you know you’ve found something worth holding on to.
I have learned, since my acquisition of cable television, that everything that was ever on TV is back on, which weirds me out because watching certain shows isn’t just watching television for me anymore. Some shows remind me of where I was when I first watched them as a child. So in a sense, watching these shows is like walking down memory lane. I can’t decide if that’s sad or not.
And finally, because this is one of those lazy ass bits where I kick logic and fluidity in the pulled groin, I leave with the following, which PIC editor, Court Sullivan saw on a bumper sticker:
“Against Abortion? Don’t have one.”
We’re still not sure what that means.