April 29, 2004
Last Night Was Chili
Yesterday evening I was at Dallas BBQ with Leah having a pre-game bowl of chili (big big mistake) and we had this pretty interesting discussion about religion and spirituality and stuff. But I forgot most of it. Which sucks because I wanted to share it. It'll probably come back to me soon, but I won't be anywhere near a computer to type it up. Anyway, trust me it was interesting.
We won our basketball game last night, no thanks to me. That chili really did me in I think. I barfed right before tip-off but I didn't feel much better so I played generally lazy. But we won, so it's all good. One thing I learned: my team can't break a press for shit. Nobody moves!
After the game, it was off to Bob's (it was Wednesday, after all). I gotta tell you, a bottle of Amstel Light does not mix well with the chili I had left in my system. I wish they had Guinness on tap at Bob's.
Molly was playing a Mike Tyson tape on the television above the bar. We got to talking about our favorite ear biter. I admitted to everyone that for a million dollars I would box Mike Tyson on the condition that I be given three months to train first. That way, I would get knocked out 30 seconds into the first round as opposed to 15 seconds in. I would lose a few teeth and/or dislocate my jaw for a million bucks, wouldn't you?
Just keep that damn chili away.
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Blonde Joke of The Night (courtesy of Teena's buddy Jen):
Q: Why did the blonde have sex with a Mexican?
A: Because her english teacher told her to do an essay.
next time you go to Bob I wanna come. I haven't seen you in forever. That is of course, only if a certain psycho somebody isn't there.
Posted by: fadedpaperdoll at April 29, 2004 01:03 PMHah. No worries, neighbor.
Posted by: Glenn at April 29, 2004 06:18 PMYou'd last 5 seconds, even with 3 years of training. There's no way in hell you, or any of us non-crazy-ass-thugs for that matter, can survive a demon like that.
He eats children for chrissake.
But for a million dollars, I'll let Mikey pound my face inside out. Doctors can do miracles these days, for less than a million dollars, so the rest is all profit, baby.
Heh... . (place pinkie to my lip) You would do a lot for a million dollars. “You man whore.” I remember admitting that I would also fight Mike for the duckets. Lets face it… Mike would have no problem fighting a woman!
Quotes from (the intimidator) Mike:
"I'm coming for you man. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!"
"My main objective is to be professional but to kill him."
"I want to rip out his heart and feed it to him.I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children."
"He was screaming like my wife."
I will retract my statement… I would pass out b4 he stepped foot in the damn ring!