Gut Rumbles

September 19, 2004

Football day

My beloved Georgia Bulldogs beat Marshall 13-3. I would rejoice, except for the fact that Georgia hasn't remembered to bring its offense to the last two games. I am troubled by that fact.

Florida GOT WHIPPED, which really made my day. Fuck the gators. I HATE those sumbitches. Auburn beat LSU, too. It was an interesting football day in the SEC.

Recondo 32 and his lovely wife, Georgia came over yesterday evening to visit. Rick and I wanted to watch football and Georgia didn't, so she retired to my bedroom to watch Pirates of the Carribean on tape. I think she lusts for Johnny Depp.

Recondo is 90% deaf. About 45 minutes after Georgia went back to my bedroom, I heard a horrible noise emanating from there. It sounded like a chainsaw, a leaf-blower and a freight train all rolled into one. I said, "Rick, do you hear that?

"Huh?" he replied. Of COURSE he didn't hear it. He didn't hear ME! He's damn nearly deaf.

"I think Georgia fell asleep. She's snoring her ass off."

"Well, she does that when she's happy."

Recondo dozed off on the couch himself before the end of the Tennessee-Florida game, and he missed a thriller. I threw a blanket over him and went back to my bedroom. I fully intended to crawl into bed with Georgia and sleep with her, both of us with clothes on. It wouldn't be the first time we've done that. But that idea was ridiculous.

She was wrong-way in my bed, with her feet on my pillow and a stack of quilts behind her, propping her up for maximum snoring effect. She was rattling the goddam window panes and shaking the curtains with every breath. NOBODY except SHE could have slept in that room with all that noise.

I grabbed a blanket of my own and slept on the love seat in my living room. At least Recondo slumbers quietly. As long as he doesn't start farting in his sleep, I'm okay with him.

That was my football day with my two good friends.


i often sleep ass-backwards in bed-allows my hubby to give me butt-rubs-better-n-sex for me-lol-sounds like u had a great weekend-how did the ribs turn out?? still wanna pull ur pork tho

Posted by: mikeymom on September 19, 2004 11:20 PM

They seem like a well matched couple. Sort of like the guy in "All Creatures Great & Small" who had no sense of smell and so was given the gassiest dog in Yorkshire. Sorry if the details are off but I'm working from that old devil memory.

Posted by: BlogDog on September 20, 2004 12:00 AM

mmm...I love me some Johnny Depp. Georgia is obviously a woman with good taste.

Posted by: Chablis on September 20, 2004 04:49 AM

13-3! Damn, I wanna rematch! Lamentations,sackcloth and ashes!

Posted by: Old Fat Sailor on September 20, 2004 05:59 AM

OMG, Blogdog... I know exactly the story you're referring to... Cedric was that Boxer's name.

Do you remember what Tristan said when he went to that lady's house to try to help James "cure" him of his gas and the dog let one rip in front of him?

"Speak on, Sweet Lips that never told a lie..."

James left him home the next visit... *giggle*

But, yeah, the rich lady's gardener got Cedric because the gardner had no sense of smell. The rich lady got herself a poodle, I think.

I'm enroute to check out yer blog... can't see how I CAN'T 'roll someone (else) who quotes Mr. Herriott...

Posted by: Stevie on September 20, 2004 07:17 AM

Florida got ROBBED by that personal foul call, but you do have to like the kicker getting a chance to redeem himself and punching a 50 yarder.


Posted by: Buddy on September 20, 2004 10:48 AM
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