Wrap up and roll out?

Well, apparently Elisson has a better grasp on Eric's social and vacatin' calendar then I do. Sumbitch ain't back yet. I'm, uh, glad, he was out of country when my team had is ass handed back to it in a helmet last Saturday night. Can't believe I stayed up to watch that assassination. But I did. I even "dvr'd" it. Glutton for punishment I reckon.

When I drag my stankin' ass outta here... I'm gonna miss the pleasant smell of gun oil, and ol' scotch. It's hard to beat that combo, 'cept for maybe bacon and eggs in the mornin'.

I hope he had a good time playin' jet setter. I'd imagine he's gettin' pretty good at it by now, but lordy lordy lordy, who in the hell wants to spend that much time in an airplane. That's a lot of time now. You've got to leave last week to get here by today.

I've had some fun, only told half my crabbin' story, 'cause, well, I guess my coherent thoughts were rendered useless after last Saturday night. Like I ever had any to start with... Havin' to face "Trojans" twiced on consecutive Saturday's could give a team a "Singapore Whore" complex. It has me... I want one. ;) Either one. Or both of 'em. It don't matter at this point.

I'm sure his return will result in "daily postings" of all things "good and right" with the world. Hell, in the end, that's why we stop by here ain't it? Hell, you can read "the news" all day long, and say WTF? Then, you roll through here and when he's not jet settin' somewheres, he describin' a sunset or sunrise like it's the first he's ever seen one. Or spiders screwin...

I am glad(kinda) that he stopped writin' 'bout squirrel copulation though. Anybody can look out their window and see one ... animal doin' another. Even if it's spiders...

Are you scared bitterman? I remember readin' somewhere around here, you two were quite the spider hunter-killers...

Lord knows what new torture implements he's learned of 'crossed the pond, but I bet he took notice of one or two. In case of emergency, of course.

Welcome back Eric, if you're in fact comin' back today. I think Elisson might be pullin' our collective chains on that one but what do I know. Maybe 11-1. Wishful thinkin' at this point.

Birthday present suggestions for Eric: Sarah Pailin Doll. He'll either treat it like a Voodoo doll, or worship it as the best damned librarian lookin' moose huntin' veep canditate in the worl'. Trust me, one of those is gonna be hotter than a early model StarWars figurine.

I reckon it's time for me to mosey on down the road...

This post in no way reflects the opinions of the owner of this blog. Especially if scribbled by 'Neck, but it might.

by Redneck1 on September 18, 2008 | Bullshit (3) | TrackBack (0) | Psycho Rants
Bullshit So Far

..... Redneck, you know that I love you...... but if I get a Sarah Palin doll in the mail, The Missus is gonna seriously kick your ass...... worse than USC did to your Buckeyes.......

Bullshitted by Eric on September 18, 2008 06:32 PM

What Buckeye's? I haven seen them in a few big games.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on September 18, 2008 09:23 PM

? Does that mean I can send it to her on your birthday and she'll kick your ass? (Especially if I address it "From Eric")... That'd be good readin' now.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on September 20, 2008 10:43 AM