Saturday, January 23, 2010

Jerry, Carlos, People I'd Like To Meet, Under Howdy Lights

It's my hatchling this Sunday, my honey's LAST Sunday, as I writhe and wreathe and woot for Favre come the 24th.

Aside from all that, one of the best vids I don't think I've ever posted, lawd this is good, the fatman in '87 at some of his best, and how BOUT that Carlos . . . you can't BUY this shine on a corner.


Comments:
Whoa, that's nice. Beats gnashing one's teeth over the plight of the whole damned world, don't it? And happy birfday, ya old fart. Didja get yourself one of these, like I did?
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v478/jamest52/topless1.jpg?t=1264284032
Nah, didn't think so...
 
JimmyBob, good friends don't one up good friends in public, less there's a bar, drinking and poker involved.

And yet, I'm midlifed strangely jealous.

It's 11am, I'm sippin JD and eating Vietnamese Spring Rolls with Bernie, and I might not see the first game as I feel a nap coming on.

Yay.

**G
 
Nice, Jim. So, where's the yoga instructor? I thought that was part of the "old guy buys a GT to grasp at fleeting youth" package. Those must be just California Editions.
 
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