Random Thoughts, the Sequel

Ah, there ya' go.

 

There is nothing more insanely tempting -- in a crack sort of way -- than an unopened bag of nacho cheese Doritos sitting within arm's reach of you while you're waiting for the clock to slowly move to lunchtime.

I can hear the chips calling to me. Can you?

 

Did you say crack?

 

I did.

And I finally gave into temptation. I'm eating Doritos as we speak. Oooh I feel bad.

 

No you don't alleyallen, you love every crunch. Admit it. You were and always will be a Doritoholic. There are worse sins.

 

A certain new hire at a certain media outlet has an astoundingly perfect ass...enough to make one crumple to the floor and weep. I probably won't ever get to hit it, but at least there's some much-needed scenery around these parts.

 

We have a kid going to Tahoe for snowboarding nationals.

 

If you had to edit the story I'm editing now, you'd want to drink a gallon of tub girl's brown geyser splash. Man fucking alive.

 

Songbird, it's presently lunch hour for those of us on Central Time. :-X

Is it a press release? I (heart) illiterate press releases.

 

No, it's a stringer's attempt to write words.

I would rather eat Idaho's crotch rot after one of his 100-mile bike rides than try to edit this thing. But I have to run it.

 

Another SportsJournalists.com reference. First Tahoe, now a Montana reference. Apparently, this kid is from Montana but moved here. Hey, sportschick, he's 11 years old, right up your alley.

 

Good fn lord man.