I’m sorry? We’re eating horses now? And in such copious amounts that we need warning labels on industrial anesthetics?
“I assume there is a reasonable explanation for the reason why the picture with me included has been ‘left off.’” – Steve T.
For the record, Pejman is making more physical contact with a rusting barbed wire fence than with any one of his friends. This trend continued the rest of the weekend, except replace “barbed wire fence” with any number of common household items, including furniture and selected foosball table knobs. Also: Javan. What?
If it weren’t for Carlos Ramirez and his well-demonstrated obsession with cropping my head and placing it on random torsos, my live journal would be relegated to merely a collection of Bun references. I thank you for that Carlos. I suppose, as it stands, my journal is still entirely made up of Carlos Ramirez crop-jobs […]
Honor and glory and international superstar status come naturally with being a lifelong Cardinals fan, but it seems the most precious gift of all is given only to season ticket holders. As it turns out, that particular gift could only be obtained by attending the first pre-season game in the new stadium. The Arizona Cardinals […]
* Bun of the Day: Courtesy of this display in a Sky Harbor Airport vendor’s cart.
Just a little reminder… Number of games won by the Arizona Cardinals during the 2006-2007 regular season: 1Number of games won by the Denver Broncos during the 2006-2007 regular season: 0
How is it possible that approximately 75% of everything I know derives from the Southwest Airlines napkin? Though they are handed out with every beverage service, they always manage to serve more than their conventional sanitary purpose. Whether I’m bored or anxious or just need my daily fix of geography, I find the SWA napkin […]
If Carlos Ramirez and his penchant for placing my head onto 17th century British monarchs think so, then it’s good enough for me.
Due to life and its associated stressors, this Tuesday marked my 10th consecutive day without shaving (my face). Since I am officially unable to grow enough whiskers to substantiate a beard or a mustache–and thus probably still considered pre-pubescent by some measures–I started to wonder what exactly I might look like if I were to […]