If it were a Rhoads, I'd be proud of it.
Is that another dig on our basketball coach?
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If it were a Rhoads, I'd be proud of it.
But would you be SO PROUD?If it were a Rhoads, I'd be proud of it.
You'll be fine. That steady diet of copious amounts of beer will not put an ounce on yours or her hips.
Erik, don't forget to drop some curly fries for me. C-Willy hooked me up, I have a coupon for them.
Now, to re-rail. I feel Snow's pain. My impending doom is coming tonight. Yesterday I said goodbye to my wife at 7:40 in the morning as we left for work. With a full day, class from 5:30 to 7, running until 8, softball at 9, I didn't get home until 10:30. She was asleep, so I crept by the bed, closed the bathroom door 90%, and hit the light in the bathroom so I could see.
At that point, it was too late. In horror, I noticed a sliver of light from the bathroom going into the bedroom through the crack by the door hinges. That sliver fell over the bed and BAM - right on her closed eyes.
Historians aren't sure what happened next. It's possible that the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor, but I swear I heard Liam Neeson's voice yell, "RELEASE THE KRAKEN!", followed by a roar of "WHAT THE ****! I WAS SLEEPING!!!" At which point, I simply ran in terror. The second bed hurts my back like a sonofabitch, and I didn't even get a "goodbye" this morning. *gulp*
The bell tolls for me.
Erik, don't forget to drop some curly fries for me. C-Willy hooked me up, I have a coupon for them.
Now, to re-rail. I feel Snow's pain. My impending doom is coming tonight. Yesterday I said goodbye to my wife at 7:40 in the morning as we left for work. With a full day, class from 5:30 to 7, running until 8, softball at 9 (IN WHICH I CONSUMED A 12 PACK), I didn't get home until 10:30. She was asleep, so I crept by the bed, closed the bathroom door 90%, and hit the light in the bathroom so I could see.
At that point, it was too late. In horror, I noticed a sliver of light from the bathroom going into the bedroom through the crack by the door hinges. That sliver fell over the bed and BAM - right on her closed eyes.
Historians aren't sure what happened next. It's possible that the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor, but I swear I heard Liam Neeson's voice yell, "RELEASE THE KRAKEN!", followed by a roar of "WHAT THE ****! I WAS SLEEPING!!!" At which point, I simply ran in terror. The second bed hurts my back like a sonofabitch, and I didn't even get a "goodbye" this morning. *gulp*
The bell tolls for me.
Wouldn't want to exclude one of the most important details.
Wouldn't want to exclude one of the most important details.
Gin and diet tonic water, my friend.
Erik, don't forget to drop some curly fries for me. C-Willy hooked me up, I have a coupon for them.
Now, to re-rail. I feel Snow's pain. My impending doom is coming tonight. Yesterday I said goodbye to my wife at 7:40 in the morning as we left for work. With a full day, class from 5:30 to 7, running until 8, softball at 9, I didn't get home until 10:30. She was asleep, so I crept by the bed, closed the bathroom door 90%, and hit the light in the bathroom so I could see.
At that point, it was too late. In horror, I noticed a sliver of light from the bathroom going into the bedroom through the crack by the door hinges. That sliver fell over the bed and BAM - right on her closed eyes.
Historians aren't sure what happened next. It's possible that the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor, but I swear I heard Liam Neeson's voice yell, "RELEASE THE KRAKEN!", followed by a roar of "WHAT THE ****! I WAS SLEEPING!!!" At which point, I simply ran in terror. The second bed hurts my back like a sonofabitch, and I didn't even get a "goodbye" this morning. *gulp*
The bell tolls for me.
That is all it took for her to release her fury? Damn!!
Maybe he transferred to a different, more nationally recognized board?
I can identify with this. Wifey thinks she needs 9 hours most nights and gets uber-grumpy when she doesn't. God help me when I'm trying to get ready for work if she's off that day and sleeping in.
I hear you on that one. Good for you not having to wake up at the crack of dawn today. I'll try not fall on my face trying to put pants on in the dark.![]()
This is why I don't wear pants. Ever.
This is why I don't wear pants. Ever.
Do the neighbors approve of this?
Stink eye be damned, several days of having my every move criticized by an overweight, aging and menopausal version of my girlfriend drives me straight to the bottle.