Holy guacamole. It's good to be home.
I've turned the title of this site back over to it's previous name, and I've spent the last 20 hours enjoying everything the fort has to offer -- giant couch, carpeted floors, a bed with sheets, running water. You have no idea how exciting flush toilets are.
After some more R&R the darling wife and I will be heading up north to Philly to see a lot of you folks. I'll post a few more trip things over the next few days, and then after that this blog will return to it's "something funny at least once a week" goal.
I was just gonna start posting my football stats again, but now I'm thinking I'll have to expand those plans. Daily updates of how much I've showered? Weekly rants from Quinn? Hourly information on how much the Eagles WRs stink?
So stay tuned.
7 comments:
Welcome back, Captain War Correspondent. I knew you'd pull through. Although, I'm a little concerned by this photo, because it looks like some pens and highlighters are lodged in your neck. Did you sustain this injury in a pocket-protector combat zone? Seriously, Mr. and Mrs. Daddy Blogger Thal and Lou Tilley Jr. say welcome home!!
i don't know man, i'm missing the long hair. go back to a warzone and don't come back until it's shoulder length.
what do you mean, 'you're back?' where did you go? every day i log in and you're right here. Although i did find the pictures of poppies in dc weird, i just assumed that what you people did down there.
see you next week.
also, I may be a tad neurotic, but ghiorzi is frighteningly single minded. I had thought it suspicious until the other night:
i saw him in a supermarket and he charged me with a can opener screaming CUT ME I BLEED GREEN! I BLEED GREEN!
May as well find out, I figured, and went for the throat. he then proceeded to bleed very red all over the fresh fruit aisle - red on the cabbages, red on the bannanas, red on the children screaming for their mothers. Silly children.
Both hands over his juggular, it squirted and sprayed - making a gargling noise - which I assumed was the blood in his lungs, but then something strange happened -
The spray changed - from red to BLUE AND SILVER!! "That bastard," I thought. "Cowboys fan all along!" "E-A-G-L..." he began robotically, collapsing onto a passing shopping cart, wrapping plastic bags around his spurting kneck - blue and silver bursting from his mouth. Were those fangs?!
HE'S A COWBOYS FAN!! CHRIS! YOU'RE A COWBOYS FAN!! IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!
At this point, a bunch of burly men, who were walking around aimlessly wondering why the hell they were in a supermarket like a bunch of girls in home ec class, heard my cries adn turned their eyes on Chris slipping on a blue and silver pool of his own making. They charged him.
Of course Eagles fans are stupid and they tackled a display of fresh baguettes instead.
On the other side of the room.
Quite the opposite direction, really.
By this time, G was face down in a pool of his own murderous, cowboy-lovin' juices.
Wow. Such anger.
Quinn, do you need a hug?
woo! i got you to post and not mentioned the EAGLES! i rule! (sooo much better if you imagine kevin spacey saying it).
although i don't need a hug i believe we promised to hang out with each other 14 months ago.
...and then i clicked on your link....
I just wanted to say that I am soo glad that you are back at home and I can't wait to see you next week when I have of for vacation. I missed you soo much!!
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