OK, so I decided to take a nap back in November, then magically fell into this dream where I was an innkeeper for a cottage in Vermont, and there were these three brothers, two if which shared the same name...Darrel...
Enough of that. Anyone who did not recognize the above did not watch TV in the 80s, or was it 90s I dunno.
Well I am back, energized, ready, blog ready. I even watched a wealth of Celebrity Apprentice and Undercover Boss episodes, but we won't talk about that right now. Although Ivanka's boobs continue to mesmerize me.
I have one basic, somewhat rhetorical question. Who the heck brings their newborn kid to a playoff game, then complains that its too noisy? Maybe its just me, but perhaps the raucous crowd environment and crazed drunken behaviour is perhaps not the best setting for ensuring "bebe" can get some night-night time.
Chances are, these are the same people who decide to stand in the middle of the concourse to talk, despite the fact they have clogged access to thousands of drunken idiots wanting to take a leak - me excluded of course. I'm just saying.
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