Posted by TFG on 16th July 2007
Who the fook is Kathy Griffin?
I got my new Sasquatch woods today…the more I think about it, the more thrilled I am to have a golf club named Sasquatch. They could have made them out of window caulk and road-base, and painted them pink, and I’d be happy to put them in the bag. This means driving range manana. Maybe even 9 holes at a muni.
Work is kicking my hiney, and I love it.
That was one dull race yesterday, but I’m glad to see Tony Stewart get a win under his belt coming up on the chase. I rooted for John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors, too. But I hate a whiny brat at the poker table. Explain that. I can’t.
It’s still raining pretty much every damn day in San Antonio. Combine it with 95° heat, and my yard is a mo-fo all the time…scraggly, over-grown, weedy, clover-y. Even the day after I cut it. Bah…piss on it.
I’m about ready to start driving to Austin for poker. All I have here in Ess-Aye is stripclub freerolling, which, while easy on the eyes and a good lesson in donkey management, sucks horribly as the money is exceedingly slim. As in, it doesn’t cover one-fifth of my damn beer. And I need a lot of beer to get over the annoyance of shitty death metal, whitey-hating rap, and random Mexican music. I don’t know if the strippers are just stupid with zero musical taste, or if the management thinks that’s the thing to do. Maybe I should give them $100 just to play, like, three hours of decent Texas music — ZZ, SRV, BJS, etc.
I got a new laptop as the Vaio was dying slowly — no, it’s not a dumb macintosh.
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