Sometimes things are lost in comments and as some things shouldn’t be lost in comments we occasionally find ourselves in posts like this.
Jeff would like to thank all y’all for the kind words, gifts, and additions to the tip jar. He’s currently looking out for the rest of the family because they’re either very, very young, just came out of surgery, or a fun-loving youth tempted by armadillian promises of slingshots and firecrackers. Yes, the mythical sling-cracker.
Our host might sleep again but that’s probably too much to hope for.
And I was so looking forward to mock burning my mock draft card before mock fleeing to imaginary Canada.
Good–he has his priorities straight.
Second, it spares me the indignity of trying to defend yet another Lions wide receiver pick (facepalm).
Have we no grannies or sisters (perhaps in-law) who are will ing to step up to the plate and help a brother out? Hell, I’d drop over and cook, but y’all are too far away.
That ‘dillo sounds like an evil uncle of mine. He lined me out with a slingshot, a fist-full of firecrackers, and a big ol’ paper wasp nest. He lit one and flung it up kinda not too close to the nest and said ‘dang, I missed. Here, you try.’ Then he went back in the house.
After doing that once I’ll postulate that no one has ever done it twice. But it was fun, and then it was educational….