The Super Big Boy is excessive. Sorry. I won’t budge on this one.
The current version of the Super Big Boy isn't as big as the regular Big Boy was back in the day. I would know, I used to get treated to one after schooling little punk *** Happy Meal eating bitches like you at Arnold Gym on Saturday mornings.
We can discuss this further at Jerzee's on Friday, if you wish. Seriously, I'm trying to take Friday off so I can do a repeat of last year. You better be there. That goes for cool lurkers, too.
* Tampa was pretty cool. I drank way too much. Ate some good ****.
* Apparently, living in Ohio did not remove all of the Kentucky redneck from my system. I was touching hot after the UT game. I wanted a fight. Not proud of my actions, but I hate those orange bastards.
* There was nearly a rumble in our hotel bar during the Selection Show. The bartender turned up the volume on the TV for the couple of dozen UK fans that were gathered around. A couple of Arkansas fans started bitching and complaining wondering why we wanted to watch it.
They booed when we got a 2-seed and started chanting overrated. I walked out to the pool to grab a beer from my cooler and when I came back in, all hell was breaking loose. Pushing and shoving. Screaming and yelling. Bartender kicked the Hawgs out and Go Big Blue chants were heard for miles.
* I still like my team. Not as much as I did 3 weeks ago, but I still like them.
* Bob Castellini can lick my taint. Way to kill the season before it starts. Thanks for keeping me from wasting my time, I guess?
* The Witcher season 2 was ok. Less boobs and sex and more hard to understand plot lines than season 1. But it was still watchable.
* I'm going to be a single Dad from Saturday night until the following Saturday night. Right in the middle of March Madness. Soccer tournaments 2 hours away. Play practice. A Volleyball game. Are you effing kidding me?
* Touch it. Let's win this thing, Cats.