I'd be down for another Skype at some point, actually. Although I've been sober all day. These wildcard races are getting crazy.
Melting the splatter screen was worth this green chile chicken enchilada casserole. Not anywhere near Old Mexican Lady good, but definitely gringo good.
I love the Red Sox are imploding. It is also great watching Jesus Montero hit. I am on another board where Red Sox fans were calling him the next Hensley Muelens and Shane Spencer, they wish.
As somebody who planned, had, and paid for even a smallish wedding, I would say that eloping is a fantastic idea.
My problem with the Red Sox is that I have always thought that it is the go to team for girls who want to pretend to give a shit about sports. I believe my theory was proven correct with OkCupid's white female members overwhelmingly being Red Sox fans. Seriously. http://blog.okcupid.com/index.php/the-real-stuff-white-people-like/
That was my plan, but Mom butted in and we ended up with a 14-person ceremony followed by dinner at The Keg. That was still much more than I wanted.
Boys are gone, the girls bed time is here in just a few minutes. What is that Ms. Coffee? You would like me to put Mr. Vodka in you? Well who am I to stop a love as true as yours, you saucy minx?
Whoever thought Little Fockers needed to be made deserves an eternity in hell being jack hammered in the nuts by John Henry. I understand doing it for the money, but these fucking people would have been paid for any project, especially one that didn't so closely resemble a vicious sexual assault on my eyes and ears. Mother fucking Vito Corrleone in a fart joke movie. There is no god. With a little luck DeNiro's kid will grow up, find him fat and sitting in a chair made of $100 bills, broken copies of Showtime and Fockers, and the bones of endangered species he killed just for fun, and Bobby Jr will stab DeNiro in the stomach with a filed down Oscar while hissing" THEES IS FOR MY FAAAATHER!" Him and Pacino. What the FUCK happened to these guys? DeNiro turned into a pay whore and Pacino sounds like he had a stroke. "Hoo-AH!" is just him struggling to make words. Or demand another 6 packs of cigarettes for lunch. The Godfather III should have ended with the ghost of John Cazale shooting Pacino in the face then traveling to the future to kill DeNiro right after "Heat" wrapped.
The problem with the red sox is all you retards who watch and actually enjoy the world's shittiest sport. I've been dragged to a 3 hour red sox game that was followed by 10 minutes of the shittiest fireworks show ever. That firework show was the highlight of the evening.