Bert and Ernie

Sunday Morning.

I can wear Turpin's jeans. They fit nice. My ass looks great in them....

I learned the best swearwords watching Super Battletank (and that time Frisky shit in his shoe).

Yesterday was Ray Shandera's Birthday. I'm sure there wasn't a hoopla. That's not his style. His style is in the family room. On the sofa. On the floor. Blowing something up or watching something blow up. I like to be around him when a World War 2-era video game is being played because he can look at it for about 15 seconds and then tell you if it was historically accurate and, if it wasn't, get you an hour-by-hour report on what actually happened (Complete with army-like hand gestures).
He likes war things. He likes video games. I think the latter is obvious because of the former. (Although, I have met quite a few "War buffs" who wouldn't be able to tell me how to get past the "Prison Break" mission on SOCOM: Navy Seals.)
The picture above was taken 30 years ago yesterday. I stole it from Lori's Facebook.
I then fucked with it a bit. For fun. I'm shit at photoshop.

Old wrestling was fun to watch....

Part 1

Turpin and I did a mini pub-crawl on the way home this evening... i'm still drunk from it. Two drunk guys were at Erin's pub. They were talking. This is what one of them said when we fell silent for a moment..

"You can throw a helmet on me!!! Gimmie the chainsaw! Buddy, here we go!"

Wha-What?

Nas and The Game are playing at the stadium in Torbay. That's fucking ridiculous.