I'd Wrestle You For A Spoon Inside Your Sleeping Bag...

31.1.05

Receiving Transmission....

So I'm sitting at this pro shop in Studio City, California.

I had just finished a gruesome round of golf at the local links and was feeling slightly parched. Those of you who have never golfed before need to know that most golf courses have someone that is in charge of tee-off times and pairings. These people are called STARTERS. The STUDIO CITY MUNICIPAL GOLF COURSE has one of these people employed and his name is RICKY. Ricky is a retired gentelman in his 80's.

It was a good day and I feel young.

8.1.05

(Whistles)

So I'm back from Holiday. And, boy, was I ever busy: going to christmas parties, opening presents, hosting Pompfest 2.5 & Crooked, pulling a Paul Mokeski from a pack of 90-91 HOOPS, eating a pile of bacon and sausage on Lake Delhi, watching Gramps pull up "gung-ho" style by himself in a taxi in downtown Des Moines, reaming the blackjack table on the gambling boat in Clinton, taking the pipe on the roulette wheel in Tama, pleasuring myself whilst watching "Curly Sue" on AMC, ect, ect, blahblahblah.

Now I'm back in Waterloo, biding time until the Humes/Rockwell Winter 2005 Formal next weekend. Should be a good time. In the meantime, expect numerous BLOG updates, maybe some pictures, previews of the NFL playoffs and Ozarks Adventure 2005, as well as my continuing planning of a massive roller-skating/bonfire party set for mid-February. David Hammer, get your wheels ready. And bring that brother of yours.