Thursday, February 28, 2008

Happy 2ND Anniversary Lori HNT

Two years ago next Tuesday on March 4th, my girl friend Lori and I had our first date. She found my MySpace page in early November and it was love at first site when she saw my profile picture. She stalked me and stalked me and stalked me and we emailed and emailed and emailed, until I finally asked her out on a date on March 4, 2006. That was the the start of a wonderful relationship, with a wonderful woman.

In my post on March 27th I told you all about meeting Lori and on March 28th I explained how Lori found me and who was responsible. Then on April 11th, I broke the big news. If you missed any of these stories, click the links for the details.

Lori did a great post about this anniversary, but sorry to say, I'm not as talented as she is, so you'll just have to settle for a few links and this picture of us on our first date ate Kenny's.

Happy 2nd Anniversary Sex Kitten!


Happy HNT to the rest of you!


Happy 2ND Anniversary Lori HNT

Two years ago next Tuesday on March 4th, my girl friend Lori and I had our first date. She found my MySpace page in early November and it was love at first site when she saw my profile picture. She stalked me and stalked me and stalked me and we emailed and emailed and emailed, until I finally asked her out on a date on March 4, 2006. That was the the start of a wonderful relationship, with a wonderful woman.

In my post on March 27th I told you all about meeting Lori and on March 28th I explained how Lori found me and who was responsible. Then on April 11th, I broke the big news. If you missed any of these stories, click the links for the details.

Lori did a great post about this anniversary, but sorry to say, I'm not as talented as she is, so you'll just have to settle for a few links and this picture of us on our first date ate Kenny's.

Happy 2nd Anniversary Sex Kitten!


Happy HNT to the rest of you!


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Valentines Day HNT a Week Later

We had a great Valentines Day, I mean night. Lori had to work, so she didn't get here until after 6:00. We exchanged gifts and then had dinner. I cooked her favorite meal, 5 pounds of snow crab legs, home made Red Lobster clone biscuits and Caesar salad. Want some?


See, sometimes I even wear clothes when I cook. Happy HNT y'all!


Speaking of Lori, she did an HNT post this week with some great ass! Be sure to check it out.

Valentines Day HNT a Week Later

We had a great Valentines Day, I mean night. Lori had to work, so she didn't get here until after 6:00. We exchanged gifts and then had dinner. I cooked her favorite meal, 5 pounds of snow crab legs, home made Red Lobster clone biscuits and Caesar salad. Want some?


See, sometimes I even wear clothes when I cook. Happy HNT y'all!


Speaking of Lori, she did an HNT post this week with some great ass! Be sure to check it out.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Chapter 4: Basic Training - Part 7: Graduation Day

I know it's been a while since my last army story September, sorry. I got the book writing bug back, so decided to post the last chapter of my US Army Basic Training adventure.

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The last day of basic training had finally arrived, Graduation Day! We were all very excited, most of us anyway. A few guys didn’t pass all the PT tests and had to be “recycled” into another unit and keep trying until they do pass. I suppose that after they failed enough, they were kicked out of the army.

The graduation ceremony went smoothly. Several men had family there to watch them graduate if they lived close enough. Since I lived so far away, New York, my family couldn’t be there. No matter, I was proud enough of myself for making it though for everyone. I remember getting chills as we marched in formation past the stand. The bleachers were full of people and all kinds of “brass”, e.g., officers. What a difference those nine weeks made, because now we actually looked like soldiers.

After the ceremony, we headed back to the company area to gather up our belongings and get our orders for our next assignment. Those of us that graduated from basic training were promoted to Private E-2, which showed everyone that we weren’t recruits any longer. We also received our “yearbook”, which is where I got the pictures of the people you see here. We passed around the yearbooks for signatures; much like you did when you graduated high school. When we were all done with that, we were called to formation and told what we were in for next.

Up until now, nobody really knew where they would be assigned and held out that small glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t be for infantry training, which pretty much meant an all expense paid trip to Vietnam. However, like me, most were assigned to infantry training AIT, but a few others, like the men who enlisted, got different assignments. A few guys that were drafted got orders for mess cook and clerical position AIT. They didn’t sign up for that, they were just ordered to do it. I guess that’s what all that testing at the reception station was all about. Those assignments wouldn’t get them out of going to Vietnam, because mess cooks and clerical people were needed there too. However, being a mess cook or an office worker in Vietnam was a lot better than being an infantryman.

We were issued our orders and then fell out so we could go into our barracks to get our duffel bags. We walked out of those barracks for the last time leaving them as spotlessly clean, just is it was when we arrived 9 weeks earlier. Few of us joked about how the next group would make the same mistake we did the first time we entered the barracks. They would walk down the center aisle scuffing it up and be chastised for walking on “HIS” floor by the drill sergeant.

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Here are the basic training graduation pictures from our "yearbook" of all of the soldiers in my unit; Company A, Sixth Battalion, Second Brigade. There are also pictures of a few other guys I hung out with from other platoons. I wonder how many of the young men you see here never made it back alive from Vietnam, I wonder.





If you couldn't tell which one was me, here's a close up.











We said our good byes and headed off to AIT, wherever that was? Most of us were assigned to infantry training AIT at Fort Jackson. This is where we would actually learn to be an infantryman for service in Vietnam.

Chapter 4: Basic Training - Part 7: Graduation Day

I know it's been a while since my last army story September, sorry. I got the book writing bug back, so decided to post the last chapter of my US Army Basic Training adventure.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The last day of basic training had finally arrived, Graduation Day! We were all very excited, most of us anyway. A few guys didn’t pass all the PT tests and had to be “recycled” into another unit and keep trying until they do pass. I suppose that after they failed enough, they were kicked out of the army.

The graduation ceremony went smoothly. Several men had family there to watch them graduate if they lived close enough. Since I lived so far away, New York, my family couldn’t be there. No matter, I was proud enough of myself for making it though for everyone. I remember getting chills as we marched in formation past the stand. The bleachers were full of people and all kinds of “brass”, e.g., officers. What a difference those nine weeks made, because now we actually looked like soldiers.

After the ceremony, we headed back to the company area to gather up our belongings and get our orders for our next assignment. Those of us that graduated from basic training were promoted to Private E-2, which showed everyone that we weren’t recruits any longer. We also received our “yearbook”, which is where I got the pictures of the people you see here. We passed around the yearbooks for signatures; much like you did when you graduated high school. When we were all done with that, we were called to formation and told what we were in for next.

Up until now, nobody really knew where they would be assigned and held out that small glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t be for infantry training, which pretty much meant an all expense paid trip to Vietnam. However, like me, most were assigned to infantry training AIT, but a few others, like the men who enlisted, got different assignments. A few guys that were drafted got orders for mess cook and clerical position AIT. They didn’t sign up for that, they were just ordered to do it. I guess that’s what all that testing at the reception station was all about. Those assignments wouldn’t get them out of going to Vietnam, because mess cooks and clerical people were needed there too. However, being a mess cook or an office worker in Vietnam was a lot better than being an infantryman.

We were issued our orders and then fell out so we could go into our barracks to get our duffel bags. We walked out of those barracks for the last time leaving them as spotlessly clean, just is it was when we arrived 9 weeks earlier. Few of us joked about how the next group would make the same mistake we did the first time we entered the barracks. They would walk down the center aisle scuffing it up and be chastised for walking on “HIS” floor by the drill sergeant.

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Here are the basic training graduation pictures from our "yearbook" of all of the soldiers in my unit; Company A, Sixth Battalion, Second Brigade. There are also pictures of a few other guys I hung out with from other platoons. I wonder how many of the young men you see here never made it back alive from Vietnam, I wonder.





If you couldn't tell which one was me, here's a close up.











We said our good byes and headed off to AIT, wherever that was? Most of us were assigned to infantry training AIT at Fort Jackson. This is where we would actually learn to be an infantryman for service in Vietnam.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

There's no accounting for taste

Tonight Lori and I were reminiscing and watched a few of the videos I've posted on YouTube. Remember the video we took of my last shower before my master bath was gutted. The one before the remodeling started way back in August?

You'll never believe it, but so far it's gotten over 37,000 hits! Yes, 37,000 hits!!!!!

Who'd a thunk it that there would be so many pervs checking out my hot naked bod?

Guess what? It's also been flagged as being naughty.

This video or group may contain content that is inappropriate for some users, as flagged by YouTube's user community. To view this video or group, please verify you are 18 or older by logging in or signing up.

Ya, mama! I'm officially soft porn!

How cool is that? I'm porn!!!!!!

There's no accounting for taste

Tonight Lori and I were reminiscing and watched a few of the videos I've posted on YouTube. Remember the video we took of my last shower before my master bath was gutted. The one before the remodeling started way back in August?

You'll never believe it, but so far it's gotten over 37,000 hits! Yes, 37,000 hits!!!!!

Who'd a thunk it that there would be so many pervs checking out my hot naked bod?

Guess what? It's also been flagged as being naughty.

This video or group may contain content that is inappropriate for some users, as flagged by YouTube's user community. To view this video or group, please verify you are 18 or older by logging in or signing up.

Ya, mama! I'm officially soft porn!

How cool is that? I'm porn!!!!!!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Texas Sex Toy Ban Overturned

This is definitely good news.

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It's definitely going to be a happy Valentine's Day for the good horny people of Texas: the Lone Star State's infamous sex toy ban has finally been overturned. After years of needless meddling in people's sex lives, the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the ban -- which made it a crime to sell sex toys shaped like human genitalia -- was in violation of the 14th Amendment, also known as the right to privacy. Interestingly enough, Mississippi and Alabama are also within the jurisdiction of the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, so we'll be interested to see how this ruling affects the former's groundbreaking investigative journalism."Court overturns Texas sex toys ban" (businessweek.com)

Texas Sex Toy Ban Overturned

This is definitely good news.

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It's definitely going to be a happy Valentine's Day for the good horny people of Texas: the Lone Star State's infamous sex toy ban has finally been overturned. After years of needless meddling in people's sex lives, the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the ban -- which made it a crime to sell sex toys shaped like human genitalia -- was in violation of the 14th Amendment, also known as the right to privacy. Interestingly enough, Mississippi and Alabama are also within the jurisdiction of the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, so we'll be interested to see how this ruling affects the former's groundbreaking investigative journalism."Court overturns Texas sex toys ban" (businessweek.com)

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Will someone please take the camera from Lori HNT?

I took a shower and then went to the closet to pick out a sexy outfit for her.

Of course I couldn't see her take this picture.










Then I sat down on the bed to get dressed.

With my back to her, I couldn't see her take this one either.










I couldn't even pull up my briefs without her taking this picture.













WILL SOMEONE PLEASE
TAKE THE CAMERA AWAY FROM LORI?

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In addition, I want to wish all of the ladies a very Happy Valentines Day! These are for you.


Will someone please take the camera from Lori HNT?

I took a shower and then went to the closet to pick out a sexy outfit for her.

Of course I couldn't see her take this picture.










Then I sat down on the bed to get dressed.

With my back to her, I couldn't see her take this one either.










I couldn't even pull up my briefs without her taking this picture.













WILL SOMEONE PLEASE
TAKE THE CAMERA AWAY FROM LORI?

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In addition, I want to wish all of the ladies a very Happy Valentines Day! These are for you.


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

THE STRIKE IS OVER!

HALA-FUCKING-ULA! The writers strike is over! Now maybe we can get some new episodes of my favorite porn TV shows.

THE STRIKE IS OVER!

HALA-FUCKING-ULA! The writers strike is over! Now maybe we can get some new episodes of my favorite porn TV shows.

Monday, February 11, 2008

You know something?

Patriot fans don't have a sense of humor. Let me explain.

Last Friday Lori, her kids, their dog and I went up to Rhode Island for Lori's mom's 75th birthday. Saturday we all went to a chicken farm for all you can eat oven baked chicken, fries, pasta, salad and rolls for just $10,25 a head. The food was good and a fun time was had by all.

The bathroom was nice too.








Most people went back to Lori's mom and dad's place for a desert of ice cream and cake. This is the birthday cake Lori imported from Long Island for the event. She bought it at the bakery the aquarium she works at uses when they cater parties.








I couldn't wait for the evening to wind down, because once most guests left, I would flash my New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt as sort of a joke to rub in the Patriots loosing the Super Bowl to the Giants to Lori's brother and sister in law.

Soon most people left and it was time for my joke. Sol I handed Lori my camera to take pictures and went into the other room to put on my Giant tee shirt.

I walked out and sat down next to Lori's brother. He couldn't see the tee shirt and wondered WTF was I doing getting a picture of him and I, but gave a big smile for the picture.






Lori's sister in law saw the shirt and just frowned. I had to get a shot of that.







We all laughed until the butt of my joke came at me with large knives.










If it wasn't for Lori coming to my defense, I'm sure I would have been wild critter dinner that night. Thanks babe!

Even the New England weather gods can't take a joke.

This is what we woke up to the next morning. Just in time for that 1 1/4 hour drive back to the ferry to make my get away.







But being threatened with knives wasn't even the worst part of the weekend. Sleeping space was at a premium, so Lori's daughter had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room near the fold out sofa bed Lori and I slept on. That meant no snuggling. We have always manage to sneak in some late night snuggling once everyone has closed the doors to the bedrooms and fallen a sleep, but this time we weren't going to take a chance waking her daughter with sqeeky sofa springs.

You know something?

Patriot fans don't have a sense of humor. Let me explain.

Last Friday Lori, her kids, their dog and I went up to Rhode Island for Lori's mom's 75th birthday. Saturday we all went to a chicken farm for all you can eat oven baked chicken, fries, pasta, salad and rolls for just $10,25 a head. The food was good and a fun time was had by all.

The bathroom was nice too.








Most people went back to Lori's mom and dad's place for a desert of ice cream and cake. This is the birthday cake Lori imported from Long Island for the event. She bought it at the bakery the aquarium she works at uses when they cater parties.








I couldn't wait for the evening to wind down, because once most guests left, I would flash my New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt as sort of a joke to rub in the Patriots loosing the Super Bowl to the Giants to Lori's brother and sister in law.

Soon most people left and it was time for my joke. Sol I handed Lori my camera to take pictures and went into the other room to put on my Giant tee shirt.

I walked out and sat down next to Lori's brother. He couldn't see the tee shirt and wondered WTF was I doing getting a picture of him and I, but gave a big smile for the picture.






Lori's sister in law saw the shirt and just frowned. I had to get a shot of that.







We all laughed until the butt of my joke came at me with large knives.










If it wasn't for Lori coming to my defense, I'm sure I would have been wild critter dinner that night. Thanks babe!

Even the New England weather gods can't take a joke.

This is what we woke up to the next morning. Just in time for that 1 1/4 hour drive back to the ferry to make my get away.







But being threatened with knives wasn't even the worst part of the weekend. Sleeping space was at a premium, so Lori's daughter had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room near the fold out sofa bed Lori and I slept on. That meant no snuggling. We have always manage to sneak in some late night snuggling once everyone has closed the doors to the bedrooms and fallen a sleep, but this time we weren't going to take a chance waking her daughter with sqeeky sofa springs.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Men, take my advice!

I was out driving yesterday when I observed a female driver cut right in front of a pickup truck causing him to have to drive on to the shoulder. This evidently pissed the driver off, enough that he hung out his window and flipped the woman off.

"Man, that guy is stupid" I thought to myself I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic and here's why.

I used to drive 38 miles each way every day to work, that's 76 miles. Of these, 16 each way, is bumper-to-bumper, most of the bumper-to-bumper is on 8 lane highway. So if you just look at the 7 lanes I am not in, that means I pass something like a new car every 40 feet per lane. That's 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles. That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars. Even though the rest of the 34 miles is not bumper to bumper. I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars. That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars I pass every day.

Statistically half of these are driven by females; that's 18,000. In any given group of females 1 in 28 are having the worst day of their period.

That's 642. According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding, that's 449, according to the National Institutes of Health 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide, that's 98, and 34% describe men as their biggest problem, that's 33. According to the National Rifle Association 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drove past at least one female that, has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, is having the worst day of her period, and is armed.

No matter what she does in traffic, I wouldn't DREAM of flipping her off!

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Okay, I didn't write this, I stole it from an email. Bet you almost thought I did thought, didn't you?

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Lori, her kids and I are going up to Rhode Island to visit her parents. It's he mom's 75th birthday. Her mom wanted me to come along too, because she says I'm just like family now. Ain't that sweet. :-)

Lori's brother and sister in law are driving over from Connecticut too. They are all BIG Patriot fans, so I'm going to wear my Giant's shirt to rub it in show them how proud I am of the Giants winning the Super Bowl.


Y'all have a nice weekend, ya here!

Men, take my advice!

I was out driving yesterday when I observed a female driver cut right in front of a pickup truck causing him to have to drive on to the shoulder. This evidently pissed the driver off, enough that he hung out his window and flipped the woman off.

"Man, that guy is stupid" I thought to myself I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic and here's why.

I used to drive 38 miles each way every day to work, that's 76 miles. Of these, 16 each way, is bumper-to-bumper, most of the bumper-to-bumper is on 8 lane highway. So if you just look at the 7 lanes I am not in, that means I pass something like a new car every 40 feet per lane. That's 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles. That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars. Even though the rest of the 34 miles is not bumper to bumper. I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars. That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars I pass every day.

Statistically half of these are driven by females; that's 18,000. In any given group of females 1 in 28 are having the worst day of their period.

That's 642. According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding, that's 449, according to the National Institutes of Health 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide, that's 98, and 34% describe men as their biggest problem, that's 33. According to the National Rifle Association 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drove past at least one female that, has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, is having the worst day of her period, and is armed.

No matter what she does in traffic, I wouldn't DREAM of flipping her off!

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Okay, I didn't write this, I stole it from an email. Bet you almost thought I did thought, didn't you?

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Lori, her kids and I are going up to Rhode Island to visit her parents. It's he mom's 75th birthday. Her mom wanted me to come along too, because she says I'm just like family now. Ain't that sweet. :-)

Lori's brother and sister in law are driving over from Connecticut too. They are all BIG Patriot fans, so I'm going to wear my Giant's shirt to rub it in show them how proud I am of the Giants winning the Super Bowl.


Y'all have a nice weekend, ya here!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Super Bowl Winner HNT

Unless you've been living under a rock or in a cave since Sunday, you know that the New York Giants won the Super Bowl. That's a very good thing in more ways than one. You see, I made a bet with Kittie Kate on the outcome of the game. If the Patriots won, which they didn't, I was to post a picture of me in a pair of Lori's sexy panties on my blog. But if the Giants won, which they did, she had to write my name on her boobs and post a topless picture of herself.

Like I said, fortunately for me, and those that might not appreciate a scantily clad BTExpress, the Patriots won and Kittie Kate posted not one picture, not two pictures or even three pictures, but FIVE pictures counting the click through's.

Since she went all out for me, here's a picture of me, sans pants, in my new New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt.


I figured that since she went well over and above the call of duty in posting all of those very sexy shots of her, the least I could do would be to post a picture of me sans pants and tee shirt.

Want to see what I am wearing under the tee shirt? Click, click if you dare!

Happy New York Giant's
Super Bowl XLII Championship
HNT!

Super Bowl Winner HNT

Unless you've been living under a rock or in a cave since Sunday, you know that the New York Giants won the Super Bowl. That's a very good thing in more ways than one. You see, I made a bet with Kittie Kate on the outcome of the game. If the Patriots won, which they didn't, I was to post a picture of me in a pair of Lori's sexy panties on my blog. But if the Giants won, which they did, she had to write my name on her boobs and post a topless picture of herself.

Like I said, fortunately for me, and those that might not appreciate a scantily clad BTExpress, the Patriots won and Kittie Kate posted not one picture, not two pictures or even three pictures, but FIVE pictures counting the click through's.

Since she went all out for me, here's a picture of me, sans pants, in my new New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt.


I figured that since she went well over and above the call of duty in posting all of those very sexy shots of her, the least I could do would be to post a picture of me sans pants and tee shirt.

Want to see what I am wearing under the tee shirt? Click, click if you dare!

Happy New York Giant's
Super Bowl XLII Championship
HNT!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Facebook

I am so confused about Facebook. I just don't get it.

I've been bitten by zombies, attacked b y who knows what, made a friend by lots of cool people and gotten bumper stickers, but when I checked my car, they weren't there.

I know how everyone feels at any given moment and who is or is not in a relationship.

Facebook also wants to know why I know everyone I know even if I've told them countless times before. Why is it any of their business anyway?

I keep getting presents and free drinks, but can never find them. Has someone taken them before I can find them?

And who are these slayers I keep hearing about?

Some of my friends are even selling themselves. Man, I wish a few of them would ask me to buy them first. I'm sure I could make them an attractive offer so they'd sell themselves to me.

People even want to know what my sex song is. Sex song? WTF is that? I've never sung a song while having sex in my life. Who does?

I have even been told I have an entourage, but there ain't no one at my door that I can see.

They even want me to buy imaginary gifts with real money. I'll buy imaginary gifts with imaginary money, but there is no way I pay real money for a picture of a gift.

I am just so confused about Facebook.

Facebook

I am so confused about Facebook. I just don't get it.

I've been bitten by zombies, attacked b y who knows what, made a friend by lots of cool people and gotten bumper stickers, but when I checked my car, they weren't there.

I know how everyone feels at any given moment and who is or is not in a relationship.

Facebook also wants to know why I know everyone I know even if I've told them countless times before. Why is it any of their business anyway?

I keep getting presents and free drinks, but can never find them. Has someone taken them before I can find them?

And who are these slayers I keep hearing about?

Some of my friends are even selling themselves. Man, I wish a few of them would ask me to buy them first. I'm sure I could make them an attractive offer so they'd sell themselves to me.

People even want to know what my sex song is. Sex song? WTF is that? I've never sung a song while having sex in my life. Who does?

I have even been told I have an entourage, but there ain't no one at my door that I can see.

They even want me to buy imaginary gifts with real money. I'll buy imaginary gifts with imaginary money, but there is no way I pay real money for a picture of a gift.

I am just so confused about Facebook.

There's always hope

Take that to heart after watching the Giants win the Super Bowl. There's always hope. Almost no one gave the Giants a chance, but they got what they were after against all odds. Just like this lonely widow.

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A lonely widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again. She put an ad in the local paper that read:

HUSBAND WANTED: MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME, MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME & MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!!!! ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.

On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.

The old woman said, "You're not really asking me to consider you, are you? Just look at you...you have no legs! The old man smiled, "Therefore, I cannot run around on you!"

She snorted: "You don't have any arms either!" Again, the old man smiled," Therefore, I can never beat you!"

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, "Are you still good in bed???" The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said: "Rang the doorbell, didn't I?"

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I bet you Patriot fans were expecting me to gloat and rub the Giants win into your open wounds. Now would I do that?








You bet I would!!!!!!!








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BIG BLUE!
BIG BLUE! BIG BLUE!
THE GIANTS
ARE THE SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!


WOOT! WOOT!


There's always hope

Take that to heart after watching the Giants win the Super Bowl. There's always hope. Almost no one gave the Giants a chance, but they got what they were after against all odds. Just like this lonely widow.

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A lonely widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again. She put an ad in the local paper that read:

HUSBAND WANTED: MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), MUST NOT BEAT ME, MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME & MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!!!! ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.

On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.

The old woman said, "You're not really asking me to consider you, are you? Just look at you...you have no legs! The old man smiled, "Therefore, I cannot run around on you!"

She snorted: "You don't have any arms either!" Again, the old man smiled," Therefore, I can never beat you!"

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, "Are you still good in bed???" The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said: "Rang the doorbell, didn't I?"

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I bet you Patriot fans were expecting me to gloat and rub the Giants win into your open wounds. Now would I do that?








You bet I would!!!!!!!








18-1



BIG BLUE!
BIG BLUE! BIG BLUE!
THE GIANTS
ARE THE SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!


WOOT! WOOT!


Sunday, February 03, 2008

YES, YES, YES!!!!!!

THE GIANTS WON THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS,

THE NFL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!




WOOT, WOOT!!!!!!!

YES, YES, YES!!!!!!

THE GIANTS WON THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS,

THE NFL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!




WOOT, WOOT!!!!!!!

GO GIANTS, PLEASE WIN THE SUPER BOWL......

Kitty Kate has suckered me into a bet on the Super Bowl. If the Giants loose, I have to post a picture of me in Lori's panties. If the Giants win, we get to see her topless in man boxers. I haven't figured out how that is such a good deal for me, but a bet is a bet.

So PLEASE root VERY, VERY hard for the Giants, K?

PLEASE, pretty please with gin and tonic on top.

I'LL BE YOUR BFF.

GO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GO GIANTS, PLEASE WIN THE SUPER BOWL......

Kitty Kate has suckered me into a bet on the Super Bowl. If the Giants loose, I have to post a picture of me in Lori's panties. If the Giants win, we get to see her topless in man boxers. I haven't figured out how that is such a good deal for me, but a bet is a bet.

So PLEASE root VERY, VERY hard for the Giants, K?

PLEASE, pretty please with gin and tonic on top.

I'LL BE YOUR BFF.

GO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, February 01, 2008

HOLY CRAP!

That's what you'd be saying if you watched "Don't Forget the Lyrics" on TV tonight/last night. If you don't know what show that is, they play a song and give the lyrics for part of the song and then you have to guess the next line. The more songs you know the lyrics of the next line, the more money you win.

Tonight/last night they had on a little boy the was about 10 or 11 years old, something like that. He was frigging amazing. He knew the lyrics to songs a kid his age had no business knowing. He won $1,000, $2,000, $10,000, $50,000 and on and on until he had won $350,000. He got to the $500,000 question and had no clue of the lyrics of the line, so he quit and walked way with $350,000!!!!! That right, $350,000!!!!!! HOLY CRAP, the kid was amazing!

In closing, his mother better put every dime of that money away for the kid, every dime!

HOLY CRAP!

That's what you'd be saying if you watched "Don't Forget the Lyrics" on TV tonight/last night. If you don't know what show that is, they play a song and give the lyrics for part of the song and then you have to guess the next line. The more songs you know the lyrics of the next line, the more money you win.

Tonight/last night they had on a little boy the was about 10 or 11 years old, something like that. He was frigging amazing. He knew the lyrics to songs a kid his age had no business knowing. He won $1,000, $2,000, $10,000, $50,000 and on and on until he had won $350,000. He got to the $500,000 question and had no clue of the lyrics of the line, so he quit and walked way with $350,000!!!!! That right, $350,000!!!!!! HOLY CRAP, the kid was amazing!

In closing, his mother better put every dime of that money away for the kid, every dime!