Rodgers 3:16

Not unlike Austin 3:16, which states "I just whipped your ass", Rodgers 3:16 says "I just threw for over 300 yards, no INT's, and ran two TD's in myself, you honky bitch."



In the Spirit of friendly competition, I'd like to say Fuck You to the following people:

-Anyone who has ever dressed up as a Viking to a Viking came. You all need to be cremated alive.
-Brett Favre, you traitorous fuck. I hope you choke, both literally and figuratively.
-Anyone who classifies themselves as a Viking "fan". Last year, THREE TIMES your team had threatened local television blackouts. And THREE TIMES you had to be bailed out by local television affiliates because you degenerates are too cheap to go and actually attend a game in person to show your support. This year, you acquire one of the greatest QB's in recent history (at least until the 2007 season, now he's just the same as any old guy on your beer league softball team... just livin' the dream), and yet you still can't manage to sell out that inflatable toilet for the Packer/Viking game. You should be ashamed of yourselves.
-Paul Allen. Get over yourself.

Conversely, I'd like to give a pat on the back to this guy. Dude, you did us well.



Anyone else know that Chad Johnson bought tickets for those fuck stick Kitty fans at Lambeau when he did his leap?

I'd like to solve the puzzle...

Random hilarity at work.

Self explanatory.

Vandalism

More silliness from vandals.

Weekend Update

It was a pretty good weekend for me. Had a big ass bonfire and few Old Mil's Friday night, two hours of wiffle ball on Saturday afternoon, then a hawaiian party in New Richmond Saturday night. Sunday was a world class walleye fish fry. Here are a few shots from the weekend. Please pardon the lack of my generally sarcastic statements/innuendos. I'm swamped today and wanted to get a post up today.


Fried walleye lunch, the labor.


Fried walleye lunch, the outcome.


The Walla Walla onions from the garden. They're as big as softballs now.


Tomato's are pretty damn close to being done... I still can't believe how big these bitches got this year.


Sunset looking west out of Roberts / New Richmond on Saturday night at the hawaiian party.

I'll come up with something better later as time permits. For now, F the vikes. And buy this shirt or this shirt.

Various cool shit on my phone

Creativity? Nope.
Overdue for a post? Yep
Time on my hands? Double Yep.


Got home today and Dupa had picked up this. Nectar of the Gods. Never tried the Peach, but turns out it's pretty damn good.


Huge peppers from the garden. 8" long, easy.


Each of those delightful little specks is a tomato. I've never seen plants this vined and big. The top of the middle plant is nearly 6'.


The only French word I like is "rotisserie". This is a salt cured spiral ham on a charcoal grill powered-rotisserie, amazing.


Minneapolis on a beautiful day. I know, hard to recognize without the gang fights, vagabonds, heathens, drunks drunk on listerene, theives, petty crooks, crooked cops, vikings, labor law violations, parking restrictions, $.25 "charge" for using a credit card, veterans who play pretend on washington & broadway who are homeless", skyway jackoff kings, people who go to The Drink in downtown, pan handlers and drug peddlers. On rare days like this, I actually forget I'm in Minnesota.


Venison bacon, farmers market eggs, whole wheat toast. 08/20/09.


Laser cat


Graffiti artist antagonism. This guy painted two huge (6'x4 1/2') tags on a warehouse alley where we would park our cars at the old office. I got to work a couple days later and saw two women scrubbing like hell to get both of the tags off the building. Six days later, a Wednesday morning may I add, I arrive to park to find this wise ass reply by the artist. I had a minor LOL on the walk into the building.

Random Thought Volume 2

I had a car in college from my sophomore year through my senior year. But from about mid-junior year until the end of my (1st) senior year, I drove the car all of 200 yards (from parking spot at house #1 on Chippewa to parking spot at house #2 on Chippewa). I was relentless about not driving, too. I had my friends cart me all over the place, I would shop at the expensive grocery store on Water St near my place, I stole a couple bikes. When we (me + 15 of my closest collegiate friends) went to Panama City Beach for Spring Break, I drove from about Dothan, AL to Birmingham (translation: not far). I do believe this is the only period in my life, barring injury, where I will ever go that long without operating a car again.

In any event, I'm rambling. Here's the meat of this post. My car looked like this... the predecessor to today's modern cars w/ 90 degree angles. I present, the Dynasty.



Look at this sexy thing. It was like driving a huge ass sofa with wheels (and a V6). Perfect for sneaking booze/friends into drive in movies, burnouts in the IGA parking lot, and intimidating parking poses in Hick Row at West.