Blatant Rip-Off

As I am in no shape to put several coherent sentences together this morning, I’m going to blatantly rip-off Bill Simmons’ “Ramblings” column with a similar type posting of my own…. I hate packing, and so historically, I drink while I pack. Yesterday was possibly the least effective attempt at packing I have ever had. I did one load of laundry, dug out a bunch of shorts and stuff, and put it beside the suitcase on my bed….

I ended up having to dump it all on the floor in order to go to bed.

Anyway…here are some of the things that have been going through my head this morning as I contemplated the murder of the guy that somehow managed to bud in front of me in the Drive-Thru line at Tim’s this morning…

Turns out that with a profanity-laced tirade, even the biggest asshole will find a way to move over and let you back in front of him.

Little does he know, it may have saved his life.

I have the most obnoxiously big sunglasses ever, and I love it.

Yes, you might notice that the background it blurry…that’s not because my camera-phone is crappy. It’s cuz I’m driving.

Safest driver ever? Clearly me.

I had to hold off drinking until after 7:30 last night, because of the little used, but strongly enforced, rule of “No wine while watching Sex and the City”.

I ended up drinking a Cold Shot that has been in my fridge for months because I couldn’t wait…

I am NOT an alcoholic.

PTI…short attention span theater at its best!

Tony Kornheiser has not gotten any less annoying.

The fact that Kirsten got her 9-month chip kinda creeped me out… as I sat there getting shitfaced.

I couldn’t be happier that Ryan chose Sadie over Marissa…but doesn’t it seem like Ryan and Marissa have reversed roles a bit? Going to the bus station was about the first redeemable thing she’s done in months.

Well, except getting to see her in her underwear…

Memo to Mischa Barton: It’s called food. Try it sometime. You might like it.

Greg asked what kind of money they use in Mexico, as he still has some American left from his trip to Lake Placid and Vermont this week and he doesn’t want to have to convert it back and forth more than necessary….trying to contain excitement.

Turns out he was about 30 minutes from Justin in Vermont this week, and they both had extra passes…but neither knew the other was there.

Iain: “Go fist yourself.”

Greg: “I’d rather be fisted than fucked….at least there’s a chance it’s by a woman that way.”

Iain: “I can’t believe you put that much though into it.”

[Editor’s Note: Thanks to Justin for entering that phrase into my vernacular…and by “Thanks”, of course I mean “A Curse On Your House”]

Understatement of the Century: “Um, don’t bring Jon by the curling club too early….he’s not exactly subtle.” – Greg

Whenever someone carrying a case of cans comes in, be weary when they ask if you want a “quick beer”….very weary…

Nothing beats getting to work 24 hours before you’re going to be in Cancun.

Well, maybe not having to go to work….but play along here..