Anyway, when we got home last night, we discovered that our cable is out. Again. For the third time in this still early year (Thank you, Comcast) It won't be too much of a problem, as long as it's back before Thursday, but still, for a product you pay for, it shouldn't be too much to ask that it, you know, work. Not really sure where that tangent came from, or where I was going with it, but there's not too much going on down here. That said, I'll go ahead and wrap it up, I can tell this entry is heading nowhere fast. Kayla, the padre-in-law, and uncle-in-law are going to the Rockets/Kings game, so if Ron Artest goes into the stands, or does something Artestesque, I'll hop on tomorrow with a much more meaningful post. Don't hate, regulate.
My fast smells like french toast,
Twig
2 comments:
(Pushing up nerd glasses)
Um, actually, Mr. Agan, it's "gipped", but hey, who's counting?
Can we have the Jig and Twig thoughts on the possibly imminent arrival of the Pacman Jones experience to America's Team.
If that occurs, I will be legitimately frightened to visit DFW, particularly places where Pacman "Makes It Rain", whatever that means.
I agree, the possible Pacman arrival is getting an enormous about of publicity in the big D. This needs addressing. I'll hold on to my opinion until we have a post. 10-1 odds Lance writes the article.
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