Comments on: It Was Another Memorable Road Trip.

By: Bou

Bou — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:19:26 +0000

It was so good to see you and The Bodyguard. I can’t believe you frickin’ left that staw and hay at Eric’s! When Mo and I pulled in Sunday morning, there it was sitting on the side of the house! I said, “Hey! They forgot their farm stuff!!! That could go on their front yard and make a good Halloween/Fall decoration with a scarecrow and pumpkins!” Or maybe just pumpkins. I suspect you don’t have a scarecrow…

By: Catfish

Catfish — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 16:02:25 +0000

Glad you and Ken had a great time. Come and see me on the way to Florida next year and I will show you a few things. We will go to a livestock sale, hogs, cows, goats, horses, jackasses, and chickens. They will also show you how to kill and butcher the meats on all of those different animals. I will also take you on a shrimp boat and see how they catch them. We can go fishing, saltwater and fresh, my pond is loaded with fish and gators. Coastal Georgia is where it’s at. Come and see me, Cat

By: Randy

Randy — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 03:32:31 +0000

“Sure enough, my birth date appeared on the receipt.”

I’m surprised punching in your age didn’t shut down the register with some sort of Y2K thing.
It’s good to see you and Brooklyn getting along so well.

By: Teresa

Teresa — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 01:40:09 +0000

It was so terrific to see both you and Da Bodyguard. I’m rather glad I decided to sit inside and talk on Friday night (oops that would be Saturday morning) while you and the Wiseass Jooette had your pool war. *grin* I can’t vouch for who won what, but the insults were certainly worth the trip.

Folks – no one insults each other quite like a New York Chick and a Joisey Boy… what fun!

By: Tommy

Tommy — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 01:07:45 +0000

That ID thing is the bane of my retail management existence. It’s a novelty the first time it happens to people. We got enough grouchy old rednecks around these parts who take offense to being carded…and a surprising number the drive around without an ID, apparently.

I take it as further proof that there are forces that plot against me. There is no good reason for the ID, unless it is to make people yell at me and my employees….

Good to see both you and Kenny, this weekend, Jimbo….

By: Eric

Eric — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 00:26:41 +0000

… you two play nice, now….. I whipped BOTH of your tails on the pool table….

…. and Jim, you are right about one thing…. Kenny is definitely da bomb….

… thank you guys for making the trip down….. it was a treat…

By: RT

RT — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 00:14:47 +0000

Did you notice as you drove through Virginia and TN that people stared at you? They don’t see too many Jersey tags. You were smart to make it a two-day trip. I drove to Nashville one day over the summer. Fifteen friggin’ hours. Yeah. Next time, if there is a next time, I will stop.

By: Wiseass Jooette

Wiseass Jooette — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 23:11:33 +0000

And another thing…

“…there was a rematch, which she was winning (I was a little ragged around the edges from the night before)…”

You were a little ragged around the edges? I suppose you thought I was ready to jump through fiery hoops and pirouette around in a tu-tu on Saturday.

Youse is completely full of horseshit. You lost. I won. Quitchyer whining and act like a man!

By: Wiseass Jooette

Wiseass Jooette — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 22:58:23 +0000

“…the Wiseass Jooette who, within moments of her arrival had already threatened to kick a few asses blah, blah, blah…”

And she had made good on those threats, too. And for your information, Dooshbag, I was kicking your ass in the second game, and you know it, until you had a lucky run of sinking three stoopid balls in a row [two in one shot], got all cocky, thought you were The Great One, or King Shit, there for a moment, and only then did you scratch on the 8-ball.

Because the Pool Gods, bro…they do work in mysterious ways, and when you have made as many sacrifices to them as I have, eventually they shall return the blessing of Good Karma back to you in a time of need. And that’s why you will never, ever beat me in pool.

Did I mention that you are a Dooshbag?