My final post.
I want 50 degrees a wind chill and a crystal clear blue sky, I want a fall Saturday in Ohio stadium I want to get up at 6am, beer in hand by 7 and up at the stadium tailgating with the other hard cores by 8. I want a bratwurst. I want coolers filled with ice cold beer. I want four tables packed with cheese, lunch meat, veggies, pasta salad, chips, salsa, Mexican bean dip, and much much more. I want to basically fill up on beer. I want to stand in line cross legged for 30 min about to burst at a port o john and I want to see the steam rise when I take a good pee. I want to piss behind a car door; I want swat teams of cops swarming around in shifts like the SS. I want to see Eric Shmit in four kegs of beer survive the weekend. And I want to see how he explains himself the day after. I want to be drunk off my ass with a F Michigan T-shirt on. I want people to ask what the fuck is a Hoosier I want to yell, "Ann Arbor is a whore!". And I want to acknowledge a fellow buckeye who will give me a hearty I-O in return from my O-H. I want the band to come to my tailgate playing the greatest fight song in the world. I want to shotgun three beers on the walk to the stadium. I want to see Michelle cry at everything. I want to walk into Ohio stadium, see the grass for the first time feel like Rudy's dad and mumble to myself, " this is the most beautiful site these tired old eyes have ever seen". I want to feel the chill that goes up my spine when The Best Damn Band In The Land strikes that first note. I want to yell when the drum major touches the ploom on the back bend. I want to pump my fist to the fight song. I want to see Jennifer answer the question, How many quarters in a football game? I want to get ready to hang on sloopy, I want to stand in those cold south stands for four hours with a million ups and downs of joy and agony with every play. I want to make myself hoarse from yelling O-H, I want to yell at the referees I want to do the asshole chant assss hoooole. I want to see Christy and her daughter storm the field. I want to eat 4-dollar hotdogs and soft pretzels with cheese. I want to hear the buckeye battle cry; I want to see the bucks, I want to see the bucks! I want to hear the band play brown eyed girl when we get ahead by four touchdowns. And I want to see cups of coke complimented with Capt. Morgan flying from all directions from the student section. I want to see script Ohio and watch the entire stadium celebrate. I want to win tickets from the corner office. I want to see the Neutron man shake his groove thing. I want to high five all my friends and every other person around me after the buckeyes score. I want to score. I find myself wanting, I find myself wanting so much. F Michigan and bring on the national champion Ohio State Buckeyes.
I want 50 degrees a wind chill and a crystal clear blue sky, I want a fall Saturday in Ohio stadium I want to get up at 6am, beer in hand by 7 and up at the stadium tailgating with the other hard cores by 8. I want a bratwurst. I want coolers filled with ice cold beer. I want four tables packed with cheese, lunch meat, veggies, pasta salad, chips, salsa, Mexican bean dip, and much much more. I want to basically fill up on beer. I want to stand in line cross legged for 30 min about to burst at a port o john and I want to see the steam rise when I take a good pee. I want to piss behind a car door; I want swat teams of cops swarming around in shifts like the SS. I want to see Eric Shmit in four kegs of beer survive the weekend. And I want to see how he explains himself the day after. I want to be drunk off my ass with a F Michigan T-shirt on. I want people to ask what the fuck is a Hoosier I want to yell, "Ann Arbor is a whore!". And I want to acknowledge a fellow buckeye who will give me a hearty I-O in return from my O-H. I want the band to come to my tailgate playing the greatest fight song in the world. I want to shotgun three beers on the walk to the stadium. I want to see Michelle cry at everything. I want to walk into Ohio stadium, see the grass for the first time feel like Rudy's dad and mumble to myself, " this is the most beautiful site these tired old eyes have ever seen". I want to feel the chill that goes up my spine when The Best Damn Band In The Land strikes that first note. I want to yell when the drum major touches the ploom on the back bend. I want to pump my fist to the fight song. I want to see Jennifer answer the question, How many quarters in a football game? I want to get ready to hang on sloopy, I want to stand in those cold south stands for four hours with a million ups and downs of joy and agony with every play. I want to make myself hoarse from yelling O-H, I want to yell at the referees I want to do the asshole chant assss hoooole. I want to see Christy and her daughter storm the field. I want to eat 4-dollar hotdogs and soft pretzels with cheese. I want to hear the buckeye battle cry; I want to see the bucks, I want to see the bucks! I want to hear the band play brown eyed girl when we get ahead by four touchdowns. And I want to see cups of coke complimented with Capt. Morgan flying from all directions from the student section. I want to see script Ohio and watch the entire stadium celebrate. I want to win tickets from the corner office. I want to see the Neutron man shake his groove thing. I want to high five all my friends and every other person around me after the buckeyes score. I want to score. I find myself wanting, I find myself wanting so much. F Michigan and bring on the national champion Ohio State Buckeyes.
I'll never bitch about the goverment again, it may take them a while to get off their asses but when they do they do it right. I just got my disability rating and the monthly finances that will come with it for the rest of my life. Tomorrow I start house shopping, the USA just paid me back!!
Hmmm...halloween, I'm sure most people on this site live for this! How many are members are getting married this 31st, or doing some other important life changing event that will have to be explained when you're old?
It kills me when nonconformists conform.
It kills me when nonconformists conform.
My demise will be like "back to the Future" I will slowly disappear over the next two weeks.
I love work, have I said how much I love work, only 88 hours to work this week and I want more. I don't understand people who hate their jobs, quit, do what you want! I'm not rich, but I'm certainly not broke, and loving being at work? So much better than money. K, now that I'm at work, I'm going to sleep. 
(That's one of the big plusses)
(That's one of the big plusses)There is a reason I love David Cross.
Why do I post what I think, because that's what they fucking said!
Why do I post what I think, because that's what they fucking said!
