random notes from my so-called brain
the phrase "i love [insert name of close friend here] to death" is usually followed by a dissertation on why you would love to punch him/her in the taint.
recently, there was a squad of brit soldiers or air force or not sure what here for some kind of exchange or some such thing, and they apparently are avid golfers and were at the clubhouse getting some breakfast when i went up there to also purchase vittles. i figgered they "weren't from round here" real quick, based solely on their dress. but when one said something to another, it gave me an opportunity to ask where they were visiting from, and engage in a conversation. lady macleod, don't hate me, but i actually asked the scott if he was a northerner. heh heh, cause i am a dumb yank, and can't really tell the difference between a brogue and yorkshire. eh, up, lads.
fred was out in force for them the day they were golfing as well. like someone called him in advance and said, "for the sake of international relations, you need to be out by the pond on 17 fairway from 8 am to 3 pm, or you're a pair a shoes."
i actually suggested we just get a big stuffed gator from a taxidermist and lay it out wherever it would do the most dama--err, umm, be the most visible, by way of keeping the tourist trade interested in dropping their hard-earned bones at our pathetic little course rather than any of the much nicer courses off-base.
today is my wife's 35th birthday, and we have quite a turn-out from all corners of the globe (well, the us anyways) to help celebrate it.
what crazy ingenious bastard invented jell-o? and subsequently, what crazy ingenious wino decided to add alcohol and make jell-o shots?
i'm sure i'll come up with more shit, just as soon as i post this and step away from the computer, but for now, that is all.
darth sardonic
recently, there was a squad of brit soldiers or air force or not sure what here for some kind of exchange or some such thing, and they apparently are avid golfers and were at the clubhouse getting some breakfast when i went up there to also purchase vittles. i figgered they "weren't from round here" real quick, based solely on their dress. but when one said something to another, it gave me an opportunity to ask where they were visiting from, and engage in a conversation. lady macleod, don't hate me, but i actually asked the scott if he was a northerner. heh heh, cause i am a dumb yank, and can't really tell the difference between a brogue and yorkshire. eh, up, lads.
fred was out in force for them the day they were golfing as well. like someone called him in advance and said, "for the sake of international relations, you need to be out by the pond on 17 fairway from 8 am to 3 pm, or you're a pair a shoes."
i actually suggested we just get a big stuffed gator from a taxidermist and lay it out wherever it would do the most dama--err, umm, be the most visible, by way of keeping the tourist trade interested in dropping their hard-earned bones at our pathetic little course rather than any of the much nicer courses off-base.
today is my wife's 35th birthday, and we have quite a turn-out from all corners of the globe (well, the us anyways) to help celebrate it.
what crazy ingenious bastard invented jell-o? and subsequently, what crazy ingenious wino decided to add alcohol and make jell-o shots?
i'm sure i'll come up with more shit, just as soon as i post this and step away from the computer, but for now, that is all.
darth sardonic
Labels: randomness, sanity is for the weak-minded
posted by darth sardonic at 12:30 PM
8 Comments:
jolly good
: )
eer yes.... not sure I'm connecting all my brain synapses here.... or maybe your just not making sense in the way you normally do. As in Brit soldiers and your wife's birthday, did they come to the party, did they eat all the jelly, what is going on, is it bed time, yet my head hurts.
word ver is ; haryos sems to sum it all up somehow!
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ty lara
byrd, the title says "random" meaning this stuff is not even tied together at all. but woulda been cool if the brits had come to the bday party.
oh and my os isn't hary
Where's the jello-o shots drunk post?
You're getting old.
it's coming soon, krissie, i still have visitors. and yes, i am getting old.
Happy bleated birthday to your wife. Hope those jello shots didn't come back to haunt you the enxt day.
lol dj, i should be able to answer everyone's question on that and many other things later today
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