A few nights ago I went and played one of my favorite sports, racquetball. After smashing my body against the wall a few times in order to get some awesome kill shots I realized something; I am no longer a cripple. Now I wouldn't go and compare myself to Robocop but things are looking better for my aged and crippled body. Eric, I have a couple free passes to a gym so whenever you are feeling up to working off the extra Gluttonfest poundage, let me know.
11.23.2008
Man or Machine
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Soooo firstly, I enjoy that you make more comments on my blog than your wife and now I am getting caught up on all that I have missed on yours.
Secondly, it was 10:15, not 11. If it were..say 9, I would think maybe they skipped breakfast. If it were 11, I would let it slide as an early lunch. But 10:15? Come on.
Thirdly, at least 'your meal' is actually that...a meal. Not a large tub of popcorn for a meal...or in their case, a snack.
Fourthly, I was on the last row of the theatre ;)
Megan is even wordy and boring when she types. Unbelievable. Yes I do want to play. My stomach is beginning to shake when I walk, so I may need the Redhead to give me a few training sessions first.
Eric is just as mean through blogging as he is in person. Booooo!
Actually I am nice to almost everyone that I meet. I try to go the extra mile and help out wherever possible. Treatment of Megan is the exception. One of the first times we met and I pointed out your, well... that set the tone for our relationship. Plus I know it just irritates the hell out of you, and yet you think it's a touch funny too.
It's true. You know me all too well. Maybe it is because I still feel guilty about the Bill Cosby sweater comment.
Sorry Nate for having this conversation via your blog. I know how much you hate when people do that. Wink, wink.
I had forgotten about the Bill Cosby comment. I'm still very bitter about that, and mark it down as the best that anyone has ever gotten me. Now I remember why I am mean to you, I was really scratching my head trying to remember, but now it is all coming flooding back. Like melted Jell-o pudding pops.
go ahead, carry on.
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