Friday, September 5, 2008

Checking Out Randall

OK. I'm checking out Randall tomorrow.

No, not the deranged, French speaking, slack-off denizen of beautiful Down-Town Ohio.
The Randall with two L's

Camp Randall. Like, the stadium where the Wisconsin Badgers throw parties for 80,000.



"ON, WISCONSIN"

On Wisconsin, On Wisconsin
Plunge right through that line,
Run the ball clear down the field, boys
Touchdown sure this time
On Wisconsin, On Wisconsin
Fight on for her fame,
Fight, Fellows, Fight, Fight, Fight
We'll win this game!



Dude emails me with an offer of 4, count 'em-FOUR season tickets, 45 yard line, twenty seven rows up right behind the Badger bench. And the sweet part is the are HALF price tickets

(called obstructed view- pffft, I'veused 'em before; if someone gets smacked RIGHT in front of the bench, you may not see all the blood)


So I am slacking at work and making some phone calls. Kick-off is 11am. Lucinda and Joslyn and I were just talking about a football game in Madison and how much fun it can be. Joslyn is checking with Carver, but it all seems like a lock. Now, please, I will not disrespect any other Big Ten schools, but Wisconsin rocks for football. I would go to Camp for the party even if they DID NOT play a game. Beer is all over the place, brats and cheese are readily available!!And the Marching Band is truly awesome.





Now the partying starts early, but the best tradition is at the end of the game. That’s when the band does the "Fifth Quarter." Usually 50,00 fans hang around to sing and dance to stadium favorites such as "On Wisconsin" and the "Bud" song, which is punctuated by the phrase: "When you’ve said Wisconsin, you’ve said it all!" The whole stadium rocks. And the partying continues all day. You never know what will happen. I remember some very memorable times there when I was in my twenties. Or, I sorta remember them. On one occasion I hitch-hiked from Oshkosh to Madison...... and woke up Sunday morning in Chicago. That one is a real foggy memory.

We're checking out the Dane after the game

http://www.greatdanepub.com/



Great beer. Great Burgers.

No Donuts.

And the cozy part is that the Black Keys are playing a free show that night. At the alliant Center.









Bubba is going down to the concert and we may hook up with him there. Or maybe not.


Fuck Politics..... gonna catch me a football game!!!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

What's the difference between a Pit Bull &........

A HOCKEY MOM!!!!
Boy& Howdy..... I really like the candidness of the Republican VP candidate......she lays her experience right on out there........


" I am a hockey mom!""What's a hockey mom?"

http://www.hockeymoms.com/

All right, Laura, I know that is a challenging question and I will see if I can help you.

This is a Hockey Mom


OOOOOPs.... nope. I was just pucking with you!This is a Hockey Mom!

And I REALLY REALLY loved her joke......

"What is the difference between a Hockey Mom and a pit bull?"

lemmee see,,,,,,,,,,, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

a pit bull doesn't give blow jobs?

Michael Vick never staged Hockey Mom fights?

Pit bull's cannot join the NRA and shoot wolves from helicopters?

A Hockey Mom looks better on all fours?


Pit bulls are banned in more communities than Hockey Moms?

Pit bulls are cheaper to feed?

Pit bulls are usually more articulate?

McCain couldn't find a pit bull to run as VP?

Pit Bulls are more loving and loyal than Hockey Moms?


LIPSTICK!!!!

Damn! I shoulda known!!!

So what are you saying, Sarah? Dick Cheney wears lipstick, or he doesn't?

You will support government programs like,

"No Rink Left Behind"

"Don't Puck, Don't Tell" ?

Lipstick! Damn, I gottzit now!!!

Listen, I got one too!

What's the difference between the mayor of Wasilla, AK and a Pit Bull Breeder...........?

The Pit Bull Breeder gets to sell the puppies!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

I love optimism, optometrists, rose colored glasses &

Lookey what I found on the net......

BrettL:
The economy is recovering and has been strong the past 8 years. Unemployment has been at an all time low for a decade in spite of out of control illegal immigration. We have not been attacked again since 9/11. The war in Iraq has lasted a long time but there have been fewer casualties than any war in American History. France and Russia are no longer funneling money to a crazed dictator through the UN. 27 millions Iraqis are free and the world is free of Hussein. We are in a much better position to deal with Iran than if Hussein were still in power. Al Qaeda is badly damaged. The Taliban don't control Afghanistan. The US has made an incredible stand against AIDS and hunger in Africa. Bush's policies there have made a real difference and selflessly saved millions of lives. Abortions are down. Drop-out rates are down. Test scores are up in our major cities because of No Child Left Behind.
The only thing that keeps America from rejoicing over the Bush presidency is 8 years of power hungry liberals telling the world how bad our president and country are.
Thank you Mr. President for doing a fine job for us all in spite of the polls, pundits, and press.
August 31, 2008 4:38 PM
Oh, shit..... I found that on a blog.... man, it was either a wonderful satire or ol BrettL has been sucking qualudes with his gatorade! I don't even remember where the fuck I read that.... seriously.....that guy has also gotta believe in the tooth fairy.....or in sex after marriage....
..... but damn.... I sure would like to talk good old BrettL..... I gotta bridge I wanna unload

Shit& stuff..... I just paid college bills.......I gotza personal issues, I gotza a ingrown-toe nail, I gotza a stubborn case of dandruff...... I gotza a libido that needs CPR..... I gotza toilet that keeps running and I doan have enough energy to chase it down..... I gotza a pain in my heart...... I gotza whole lotta stuff....

But until today I did not have good ol BrettL (whoever the fuck he is )

Boy.... was I informed!!!!!

Try not to get worried

Try not to turn on toProblems that upset you

oh Don't you know

And we want you to sleep well tonight

Let the world turn without you tonight

If we try

We'll get bySo forget all about us tonight


Boy..... it has been a long week in a long month


I need a beer.... or a blow job.

Monday, September 1, 2008


It was a warm day yesterday. Very close to 90. Bubba picked a great day to move into his new apartment. It's on the second floor of an old Victorian house that has been chopped into two units. All the windows were closed when we got there. It was roasting. He's moving into the Student Ghetto. I used to live about a block away from where his house is. The same laundromat/liquor store is still there. The Slosh & Wash. Adam shows up. And their buddy, Mongo. There are certain things college students must do on moving day......and the first two is get beer and get some music going.So a few more kids stop by. They are all "RTF" students. Radio, TV, Film majors. A couple of parts 'arty', a couple of parts techno-geek and a large dollop of WE'RE-21-N-GOTZA-ALLA-ANSWERS-'CAUSE-WE-WROTE-ALL-THE-QUESTIONS attitude. I have known most of them for a few years. They are funny, and smart and entertaining. Good kids.

So I am assembling some shelving units, Mongo is running wire all throught the apartment; I have no idea what he is doing or why and I don't ask. I am sure ripping off free cable TV or internet is part of it. Kelly and Hannah are in the bathroom rigging up a shower curtain thingee over an old claw foot bathtub and singing along with Bob on the stereo...
If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
They sound nice, singing along, and make my eyes smile to listen. They are the sound of hope when it is young and still has the happy promise of anything is possible. I am glad I brought the dylan over. It was a nice afternoon. I am glad I bought the beer.

Then the fun really started. Now I have seen a thing or two in my life, a lotta interesting things, and occasionaly have gotten into a bit of trouble, small amounts, from time to time, for not staying out of situations that I didn't need to be in, and for opening my big mouth and saying things I shouldn't when the most prudent approach would be just shutting up and drinking my own beer, but what happened next is one of the most strange moments of my life. Bar none.

Bubba and Adam get back with the truck and trailer..... the last load of stuff, a fridge and stove and Adam's bed. We gather to watch him back up the trailer. He is not very good at it. The last time was very funny. Hannah and Kelly and I are on the top floor balcony and they are laughing and yelling comments about Adam's ineptitude. Mongo is down on the first floor porch doing pretty much the same thing. Bub is in back of the trailer trying to give Adam directions.


Adam has to pull forward a few times to straighten the trailer and almost jack-knives the thing a couple of times. Now the insults and barbs and laughter is flowing and Adam is giving back as good as he is getting. His forte is funny facial expressions and he is in top form. This is really breaking me up when suddenly he pops the clutch and the trailer jerks backwards just as an orange and white cat bolts from under the lower porch and gets splatched by the rear tire of the trailer. Schmucked. Flattened. Ironed out. Very recently deceased. Dead.

Bubba says, "Oh, Shit!" Kelly and Hannah suck air and gasp, covering their mouths. Adam had his head out the window while backing up and his eyes go open as wide as saucers and his mouth is a gaping hole. We are all just a little stunned.

"Holy Shit &Fuck Me Twice Jesus!", Bub says. I have no idea where he learned to talk like that. He is standing right next to the rear tire and the flattened cat. Now that strikes Kelly as a bit funny, and she starts giggling, which breaks up Hannah, and she starts laughing. It was a hot busy day and I think we were all too stunned. Laughter was a morbid release.

"Our first tail-gate Party," Bub quips. Now we are really laughing. Bad taste, huh?

"I was hoping to get a little pussy tonight," Adam says, " but I was hoping it would be a little more lively than that." Now we are all laughing, but we are just tired. No one really likes this. Kelly suggest we check with the new neighbors downstairs and find out if we have just offed their cat. Mongo checks them out. Soon we have Gretchen and Jenny and Sara with us. Nope. Not their cat. The cat has no ID or collar, but at least the guys have met their neighbors. Gretchen suggest we have a funeral. Mongo offers them beer, but they have been making pitchers of margaritas, bring some out, along with some salsa and chips and a cheese plate. I suggest we do the shovel and garbage bag thing. It sounds sensible. The down-stairs girls then suggest a cook-out wake for the cat. This is good college bonding. I figure I will help them bury the cat and split. That is when Ms. Welfare &bad housekeeping from next door comes storming over. Seems like it was her cat. "What have you done to Yoda!", she screams. (C'mon...who names a cat Yoda?) "You've Killed HIM!!" (Boy, no flies on this lady)

Now she has a wild K-Mart Red Light Special look on her face and is extremely shrill and is oozing a fragrance that bespeaks of regular montly showers. She also appears to have brought her own entourage of flies with her, too. Adam relates what happened. He is really, genuinely upset. The girls are all speechless.

And then Mongo makes everything OK by saying, " Lady, if you really liked your fucking cat it would not have been under the wrong goddam fucking porch. I think you should just take your fucking cat and go away and go fuck yourself."

I have seen people throw gasoline onto a fire, but this is the first time I have ever heard anyone do it. Ms. FoodStamps lunges at Mongo and attempted to pull his blond dredlocks out. Bubba restrains her. (really, Mongo, what's a Norwegian kid from northern Wisconsin doing with dredlocks,anyways) What a diplomatic dude. The lady is going ballistics.

Adam feels really bad, now, and is repeatedly saying he was sorry. His eyes show it. He doesn't like this at all. " Lady, it was an accident, I'm really sorry.... the cat just bolted. I didn't mean to hit your cat." He is almost crying and then offers her twenty bucks to help with an adoption of another cat from the shelter.

"That's bullshit, " Mongo the diplomat says. "He doesn't owe you shit!"
(I have to ask Bub where he met Mongo)

"Seventy-five dollars," Ms Trailer park shouts, " and we forget the whole thing. Or else I call the cops!" I really don't like extortion, especially practiced on some college students over an accident.

"Ma'am, " I said. " No one meant for this to happen. The boys are not really responsible and I think an offer to help with another adoption is reasonable."

"Fuck you, " she spits. "It's none of your business, hippy, and now it is $125 or I get a lawyer."

I wave the kids away and tell her to go ahead, call the police. She does. Twenty minutes later the youngest cop I have ever seen shows up. He is only slightly older that the kids. I think his last assignment was ticketing cars. And at this point, Ms Hamburger Helper raises the ante. She tells the cop that it was a pure-bred cat and that it is worth $200!

Well I explain the situation to Dudley DoRight and mentioned that Adam offered her twenty, that the cat has no collar, no license and that the boys are not liable. I even offer another ten to help with vet shots if she wants to get another cat.

"That's right," the lady says, " I just had that cat to the vet, it was over a hundred dollars in Vet bills." Now she wants $300!!! I pull a twenty and a ten out of my wallet and tell her to take it or leave it. She refuses. She wants $300.

I have had it. " Forget about it! It probably isn't even your cat!! Not a dime!" I am a little pissed off, now.

The Peach-Fuzz Fuzz doesn't know what to do. His face is red, his shirt is sweaty. There is now about a crowd of twenty or so watching this. He is getting really flustered. Out of his element. Mongo is laughing, Kelly is starting to cry.

So the cop gives me and the old Lady both tickets!

For WHAT!



Arguing about the price of Pussy in the Street.


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