I had all intentions on making a Fantasy Football post this week. But two new happenings in my life pretty much ate up my time. I'm training for a half marathon (Which just means I am running, I don't care about completing a half marathon.) And my Date on Thursday, in a way, just ended an hour ago. Longest 3rd date ever. Not complaining
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Buying my first big screen TV in 13 years. I am soo nervous. What if we don't get along like my last TV? I want this to last a long time, but I feel like I am just basing this off looks. I'm focusing too much on her picture quality than what inputs and outputs she has
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There's a lot that could be said about this past weekend. But one thing I won't post on Facebook is sans pants Risk. Several ladies took of their underwear to watch us play. It just sounds so retarded, but it's true.
God what a fun weekend. Thanks again to the Corbo's.
I don't get embarrassed much. It's pretty hard. My popped calcium deposit has a million views. I don't really care. I mean, you all know what kind of crap I have shared on here.
So I am really embarrassed right now. I don't know what to do with myself. It's weird.
BTW, I still like that my dad, whom lives near the Gainesville area, went to a CVS/Walgreens pharmacy where the pharmacist had a framed picture of her and Tebow. He asked her "What, did you sleep with him?".
I mean, if you've heard them since they produced this, you know how different they are. Fjuck fucking sex in your double entendre, this shit is on top. Jonathan Meiburg leaving Okkervil on this album with this song, every time I think about it. It's not the right word to encompass it, but "romantic" always comes to mind.