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In an effort to gain a little notoriety, I mailed an offer to a handful of radio stations in town. While the idea is not original, letting me drink beer on the air while being monitored by a cop is a can’t-miss proposition. But I said the same thing about Big Brown in the Belmont.

Let’s recap the weekend highlights at the pool:

* Someone taped a tube of lube to my patio door.

* Gina Party told us that she started smoking in 7th grade, but tried to kick the habit in the 8th. Classic.

* Crowe Dog hit on a 20-year old girl which was like watching a car wreck. But the pimp got her number.

* Crowe Dog learned that pickles are made from cucumbers, and the SOB blog entry titles are actually titles of songs.

* Abby met Josh H.’s uncle, but unlike his nephew, he didn’t ask her to make out.

* Maribeth can drink Budweiser products.

* Dani-girl’s family was in town, and we were sworn to secrecy about the SOB.

* Tom was in Iceland on vacation.

* Chuck H. sent a text message from a dog track in West Virginia, and asked if I had any suggestions. I replied by telling him to play a 3-1-5 trifecta in the next race. It finished 2-7-8. Shocker.

I have to get some sleep. I’m getting my hair braided in cornrows and a barbed wire tattoo on my left bicep tomorrow.

She’s always out makin’ pictures. She’s always out makin’ scenes. She’s always out the window when it comes to makin’ dreams.

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