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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Happy Halloween


Just remember not to eat too much candy. It's bad for your teeth and bad for your waistline. (Shouldn't that be wasteline. After all, it's where a lot of food goes to waste in this country.)

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Football No! Cheerleaders Yes!



Hey, I turned off the Bears game at halftime last night because they were playing so badly. They came back to win with THREE defensive touchdowns to offset six turnovers. Now that's winning ugly, so I'd rather watch the cheerleaders.


I'd like to assure everyone that my imagination is up to imagining a full forty man roster with seven coaches, medical personnel and a front office, but I'd rather concentrate on the cheerleaders, so that's the direction I'm going. If you do a good enough job on the cheerleaders, who cares whether the team wins or loses. --gk

Monday, October 16, 2006

Christian Cuts Loose from Lincoln




I've had a lot of fun fotoshopping Christian over the years, so I thought it would be only right to mash-up his face and this Peewee puppet's body. Problem is that it looks more like Tom Hanks with a crewcut than it does like Christian. Oh well, maybe it's best to be kind to people who may write your place in history. Good luck leaving Lincoln you smarta** young b*****! --gk

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Football


I see from looking at my nonexistent recent posts that football has interfered with my ability and ambition to write coherent English. Life is like that. It used to be that there was only six hours of football on Saturday, six hours of football on Sunday, and maybe a decent game on Monday night if you were lucky. Now it's up to 10 hours on both days of the weekend, so you really don't have time for anything else. (Assuming that you have any aspirations toward personal hygiene.)


I'm sure it's a vast single-wing conspiracy to corrupt the American male. If so, it's successful. If you have a TV that you can see from your bed, there's no reason other than food or bathroom breaks to ever rise from rest for the whole weekend. If you are lucky enough to have an understanding wife and a bedpan, you won't have to get up at all. --gk