Imagine the following: Trot, in his footie pajama's , wearing his fireman hat and clutching a carrot shaped baseball bat screaming indecipherable rants and pointing at me with his hand like he was Johnny Cochran in front of the OJ jury.I really wish I wasn't so washed out so I could have grabbed the video camera and recorded it; he was doing a spot on impression of Mel in "Braveheart". Well, without the blue face paint and the sword. Although with a few minutes of work I could have made it happen.
I honestly have no clue what he was trying to say.
Although I keep telling myself it was "Death to the Yankees and FREE MIKE LOWELL!"
In all actuality it most likely had something to do with Mickey Mouse, a cup of apple juice, and peanut M&M's.
The fact my life is in a constant state of chaos is not lost on me. What I can do about it, however, is still up in the air.
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:wave: im feeling sorta like those whiny singers on Hee Haw these days. sorry ive been scarce
He was telling you how stupid your hair was.
I put him up to it.
No worries, Tex. I know you've had some bigger fish to fry; appreciate you taking the time and let me know what I can do.
Rich; quit turning my kids against me. It's hard enough as it is.
Thats it....I'm moving to your neck of the woods so I can see all this first hand!!
Sounds like fun!
And there is little you can do about it so just enjoy the ride amigo...because it will end one day.
You are welcome anytime, JMP. And I'm loving every minute of it.
Well, almost every minute...
I'm still lost with about 75% of what Trot says. He's cute, though, and that goes a long way.
You and Matt with those mullets makes me weak. You might be older, but your hair looks better. :)
Stacy, Matt didn't have a mullet. He had a sheep dog on his back.
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