Who's Lurking Out There?
What I'm still curious about is who the heck actually reads this thing. You figure that you've got the TFS crew, more or less. CJ and the Jig? OD? But apparently, I get about 10-15 different visitors a day. From random places like Minnesota or Virginia or Germany. Given that I'm a moron, that's about 10-15 more than I figured would actually read this thing.
Anyway, this weekend should be rather memorable. On the agenda:
Friday - The Singles Club Presents: No Limits Disco
Saturday - Illini Game and Brazilian capoeira fund raiser (whatever that means)
Sunday - Super Bowl XL
And a bunch of work that should've been done earlier in the week, but we'll deal with that when the time comes. Or Sunday night. Whichever comes last.
I had a bit of wisdom thrown at me earlier today. It went something like, "Well, the way to figure out how much you like her is to go out with about 10 different girls. Then you'll probably realize that you didn't really like her as much as you thought."
How can you go wrong with that logic?
-Chairman
2 comments:
Westy, in the house.
Westy. We've also had our parlance evolve since 1994. It's now, "Westy, in the hizzle." Also acceptable would be, "Westy, in the hizzouse."
-Chairman
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