For over a week early in the morning as my house shook with earthquakes and big game running around in my attic I have plotted my revenge and planned my strategy to attack the maggot beast that would dare invade my castle. Ignoring the dangers and overwhelming odds against me I entered my attic with the silent stealthy skill of a black ops warrior and made my way towards the enemy.
Knowing I might not return I still inched my way, joist by joist towards the monster knowing one misstep might be my last I did allow the fear of the staggering heights I climbed to stop me from my duty to slay the dark heartless filthy invader of my lands and home.
I saw the tunnels the dastardly coward had dug in my insulation and I laid the source of his doom nearby.
Now I sit here on my throne and await the cries of agony and for mercy from the attic. I will show the beastious monster the same mercy he showed me as he scrambled across my ceiling taunting me for these past two weeks.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am the king of this palace and no beast may hope to take it from me!. HAHAHAHAAHAHA!
If only the OU defense had shown half the courage last night that I displayed this morning the Clemson kittens would gained nary a yard against them. If only the offense had stormed forward into battle they would have scored touchdown after touchdown until the game was called off...but it was not to be.
Happy new year! and happy hunting :)
I'm glad that you are still crazy, and that also explains why you think you are the King of your home.
You nailed me there! It should be a small k for one thing and at any one split second in time only of the airspace occupied by my body...the rest belongs to the Queen...I did not even hint that she was wicked...oh wait...never mind.
Jay called me last night, pretty drunk. We talked for about 45:00. Longest phone conversation I've had in years (don't much like phones.)
We talked about running in the good old days, and rehashed much of the kind of stuff you and I write about here (getting slow and feeling pain.)
I just can't believe how OLD so many celebrities from our past are...sports, movies, etc. It's not like it should have snuck up on me as I used to think about old age when I was a kids...my grandparents dying, etc...but here I am...and I see a celebrity weekly in the news that is in their 80's and it seemed like they were just in their 40's.
Glad you and Jay talked. Literally in 48 hours had my usual tight ham, still having the on/off kidney stone thing, headache return though luckily 12 hours not 3 days, and my stomach hurt not ached like flu...it hurt...like you and J were talking about it's happening to all of us.
I should marvel at old geezers that run more and faster than me and especially you but my true feelings are more along the line of jealousy instead of admiration...now of course if I miraculously made a comeback in 2016 I would expect all other old geezer to fawn over me and slobber as they spout praise and admiration for me (like the kid in Christmas Story dreaming of how high a grade his paper is going to get and what the teacher will say to him as she gushes over how wonderful the paper and he are). That would include you and J of course.
Good luck this year. And J too.
You're about a mile ahead of me for the year.
Victory. I probably messed up 2015 miles. Charts kinda confusing. Good luck this year. I continue to slow down at a rate that is alarming.