Great googly-moogly. We won a game. That never happens -- especially on the road against teams that aren't arse. Indeed, the whole NFC was wonky this weekend, our beloved NFC North in particular. Green Bay won; Chicago won; and Detroit won.
OMGWTFBBQ! Cats and dogs living together! What the hell is going on?! I suppose we can take some consolation in the fact that Minnesota's offense still sucks -- Sunday's win was all defense and special teams.
Where will I be on Sept. 1, 2007? In Brighton, of course.
I would say that I was shocked to hear that Latino Heat is dead, but I'm not, really. The story mentions that Guerrero was celebrating his fourth year of sobriety -- he was celebrating by falling off the wagon, methinks.
Remember that week when we thought that wrestlers were going to stop being roid freaks and that smaller, normal-sized fellas would be able to win the title? Then Vince went back to supporting idiots like Batista (am I the only person to notice how exhausted he looks at the end of almost every match -- the boy has no stamina).
Why I'm retiring in Ireland.
I found out yesterday that my cousin recently coughed so hard that she cracked a rib. What?! How does that happen? If anyone needs me, I'll be drinking milk.
It's finally getting cold in the great state of Minnesota. The weather types are promising upward of four inches of snow over the next few days. This will be an exciting test of Y Bwystfil's winter ability. If I suddenly stop blogging on Wednesday, it means my car has failed the test and someone should call the police.