Terrapin Tables

And the sad thing is that you are still better in coverage than Carlos Rogers.

Well it should be a welcome change from walking around like a drunk, your usual gait. I cannot wait to see 'the drunken robot.' And you should just be honest, you know you did it 'serving' someone. Mr. Rad knows . . .

By the way... you all know better than to think I agreed to take care of him... this is my time to be pampered and I'm not giving it up... he'll have to look somewhere else for sympathy on this one.

Get one of Rick's Heelys and convert that thing into a sweet skateboard. Glide along as if on a cloud. A cloud of searing pain and permanent nerve damage.

I bet what really happened involved a steep hill, a flimsy and possibly waterlogged six-pack holder, and the stern refual to let one get away. I am open to the idea of a confrontation with a possesive and possibly feral cat, or perchance a partially rabid opossum. I, for one, respect that effort sir.

You should get surgery, then you can tell everyone the scar is from when you roundhouse kicked the knife out of a mugger's hand. Then chicks will fawn* over your heroic nature, and D will get a little jealous, and then she WILL pamper you to keep you around. Because without you, who eats the nachos and drinks the beer? Oh, wait, everyone will.

I thought I had a boot like that on once, except what really happened involved some bourbon, some pills, and a mop bucket. That grocery store manager was a dick.

Since you can get away with a visible sock now, I suggest those rainbow dealies with the individual toes**.

Oh, and since I'm a nerd about this stuff***..."preggo" means pregnant. "Prego" means pasta sauce.

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*move to SF, and chicks as well as dudes with expensive haircuts and low body fat will fawn over your heroics.

**contains pic of mostly naked chick, but probably SFW

***words, not pregnant chicks. And I didn't know there was a Lil' Daddy in the works...well played, sir. That's some mighty fine motility.

You know, I wasn't sure if you knew McCreary, but I drink a lot so....yeah, preggo - due Jan. 11th. The kid pretty much has no shot at a decent future, since it is mine.

I actually still got up and threw the game winning TD after the leg snap. Where you'll see the booze involved is this weekend when I attempt to tackle Chad in section 21.

This is going to severely dampen all the interest I've been drumming up for you to play in the league. My god we had Tim Rattay and Vinny Testaverde in a game out here. I had all the leverage in the world to get you that sweet deal, but I suppose it wasn't meant to be.

I recommend that you drink enough that when you do fall down from being drunk, you'll be so hammered that it won't hurt.

Oh, I'm not saying that I necessarily wasn't told. It's entirely possible that we had a lengthy phone call abou this. You see I too enjoy a wee nip, often leading to muddled recollections. Who knows. But God I love booze.