The greatest man in Minnesota today is Paul Edinger. When he made that game-winning kick on Sunday I found myself in midair -- I don't remember jumping up, but there I was. The child bride and my best friend, Eric, were there with me.
I really liked this idea from Omega. If you can't get the links to work, my song is "If I Should Fall From Grace With God," by the Pogues. That's pretty John L. Sullivan, to be associated with the Pogues -- one of those life goals you never knew you had.
I wish I weren't such a lazy bastard; I would do the same thing here. But then, what if I managed to thoroughly offend people with my musical associations? For example, something about Dave makes me think "Deacon Blues*" by Steely Dan. How is that flattering?
(In an effort to dig myself out of that hole, I'll point out that I'm just thinking of that line: "Drink Scotch whisky all night long," which is something of which I wholly approve.)
I think someone broke the Internet. I have noticed that everything is slow today.
Ha ha! Take that, you furry little bastards.
Well, hell -- what was this guy supposed to do? I mean, if I stopped for every single corpse that got stuck to my car I'd never get anywhere!
Random phrase for use on a T-shirt: "Maria is not the most beautiful name in the world, you lying son of a bitch."
*Link may or may not work -- Amazon clips are weird like that.