Good lord, we made it to Friday. This whole “working 5 days in a row” thing has got to go. I mean, we’re not JJ Watt or a nyet of Russians toiling in the beet mines for Bressus’ sakes. That being said, you guys really brought your A GAME this week, as the submissions couldn’t have been much better. Good glavin, you guys and gals really got this whole commenting thing down.
I don’t have much to ramble about today, but I am shockingly looking forward to my first weekend of actually watching football in almost 2 years. Certainly hoping “St.” Patrick can deliver under the frigid eclipse, of which you can damn well bet there will be a GIF of for next week, since any time the moon is doing something weird, or even so much as being full (a feeling Andy Reid has never experienced) some camera man is going to find it and show it.
Anyway, enjoy your weekend, drink some good beer and keep on #grinding.
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Football feels like the last safe space for fat jokes
Just wanted to poke my head in and let everyone that I survived KILLSTORM ’19. I think a raccoon might be stealing my tomatoes, though, so it looks like I’ll be opening up a second from in the WAR ON VARMITS.
Good to hear. We still have water on the patio. A little anyway. It’s been rough.
ALL MUST DIE!!
the Andrew Luck one still makes me laugh.