Money Can Buy Happiness!
You may have heard that money can't buy happiness. I disagree. If you want to see it in action, click the button below. Your 1 time E-Z payment of only $29.95 will be used to buy me the OU game on Pay-Per-View (August 30, 2008). And I will be a very happy man.
8/31/2008 Update: Too late. I'm not happy.
posted by Scott | 8:56 PM
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Summer Cold
That's what I have right now. In fact everyone in our house has it, though the kids aren't as bad as Deborah and I. And thankfully so since they start school tomorrow. I usually try fighting off a cold with about 2 gallons of orange juice. Since Saturday I've consumed 1, 1 gallon jug of Minute Maid pulp free orange juice, about half can of Minute Maid pulp free orange juice from concentrate, and 2 of the single serving bottles, however big those are, 12 ounces or whatever. And I don't feel any better. So now, I'm drinking this. Its horrible. I'm not a drinker. I never have been, and I never will be. But I'm willing to have a little Crown Royal if its going to get rid of my cold. So far I'm not feeling any better. Maybe I should make it a double. And then I think I'll operate some heavy machinery. PARTY!
(Wow 2 posts in one day. It must be the Crown talkin')
posted by Scott | 6:50 PM
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Embarrassing Moment
I just remembered an embarrassing moment from many many years ago. I'm not sure what triggered the memory, maybe the rain. I was 16 and had the pleasure of driving myself to church one Sunday evening in the summer...in my dads old station wagon. (No that's not the embarrassing moment, I drove it all the time. My friends dubbed it 'the party wagon') There were some visitors at church that night, one being a girl my age that I thought was pretty cute. After church me and my buddies stealthily followed them to see where they lived. We were lead to an apartment complex not too far from my parents house. We didn't stop but did come back later, performing the typical teen "drive-by-the-cute-persons-house". Cute girl was outside, with her sisters, and her friends. She recognized us, waved at us so we stopped to meet her. We had only been there a few minutes and it started to rain. My buddies and I piled back into the party wagon, drove out of the parking lot, turned right, spun out in the rain, and ended up in the apartment complex lawn. Not a good first impression. I never saw any of those girls again.
posted by Scott | 12:58 PM
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