A weekend, in bad haiku:
Blogfest was awesome
Sign-in sheet, it’s almost full
Hot. Open that door.
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Empty the freezer
Before they head to Boston
Hey! Take home some steaks!
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Mags go up in flames
Beer guys could write, turned out
Cornhole dulls the pain.
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Rachel looked kind of nervous
See? That wasn’t bad…
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Look — Pens on TV!
Holy crap, they scored again?
Calling Lord Stanley…
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Need to post something
Cheap literary device?
Right — I have no shame.
I like starting fires. Especially with a good beer in my hand.
LOL. Awesome, awesome, awesome. I don’t even know the circumstances with the second one, but I’m laughing nonetheless.
And HEY! I wasn’t *that* bad. :)
Cornhole heals all…unless you’re playing like crap.
Doug: What about the setup down there? I told Jeanette we’d be moving in once the weather got just a little warmer.
Rachel: The husband of one of The Wife’s cousins just got transfered to Boston. I think he grilled an entire side of beef Saturday afternoon. And no worries about the interview — you did great.
E: That was my first cornhole experience. I didn’t play an entire game (Match? Inning? Furlong?), but I think I could get addicted pretty easily.
it’s a Spoonbill Lane staple…girls, guys, doesn’t matter. We have cornhole lines sprayed on the street for the 4th of July block party. Can’t believe you haven’t had one for tailgating…They make mini sets just for that…perhaps you should look into getting one for mom & dad
Tailgating is serious business.
Bloodies, snack, drink pass the football, eat, drink, toast, inside.
As you can see, there is no time for games!
Tailgating is hell. God, I love it so!
Gotta go with The Wife here, because A) she’s right and B) she’s The Wife. I’d love to spend a little more time playing cornhole, but tailgating is about football … and maybe eating … and possibly drinking.
But. Football. Mostly about football.