Random Thoughts

Are you pregnant, Songbird, because that sounds like the most disgusting thing I have EVER heard of.

OK, back to everyone's regularly scheduled programming.

 

I'm making one fabulous dinner tonight complete with everything: salad, good wine, baked chicken with a creamy sauce over stuffing and a dessert of cheesecake.

All I need is a date to eat with me.

 

I thought you said you were having baked chicken?

 

I am. Maybe I'm missing the joke.

 

AA --

Baked chicken is the official entree of SportsJournalists.com.

It refers, however inartfully, to the position a woman can find herself in with her ankles behind her ears.

 

Man, I've been on this board since 2005 and I never knew it referred to a woman in that pretzel position.

Of course, I was also the guy who didn't know, for the longest time, what exactly is the shocker. Now I know.

I still need a date, dammit!

 

I believe, Allen, that I also had to explain the shocker.

Whatever. I'm here for your pop-culture and in-joke needs.

 

Hey, John D. Villarreal doesn't need your help in understanding the shocker. Whatever. I can pull down 19-35 aged chicks like you pull down your shades, beeyotch. Whatever.

 

You're not the only one who didn't know that baked chicken had that double-entendre meaning around here. You learn something new every day here. ;D

 

Who else is making the short trip out to Tahoe tomorrow? You might catch CR with a 19-year-old woman if you do.

 

I spent 25 minutes doing dishes after I woke up today. I really miss having a dishwasher on days like this.

 

I found myself talking crap to my cat last night because she was copping too much of an attitude. Man I need help.