ORIGINAL: parusski
ORIGINAL: H Gilmer
Reposted from a fellow Crimson Tider....
I drink beer and eat sausages. I sell smart-ass comments on the commodities market and I train my dog to do stupid tricks. I climb ladders and replace light bulbs, I drive to the grocery store when necessary. I float in the tub. When I'm feeling saucy I smoke a cee-gar. I run like the wind and can sing the Alan O'Day hit "Undercover Angel" without snickering.
I sell subscriptions to obscure newsletters. I read Sun Tzu. I play darts with the less gifted. I go to malls and look menacing. I taunt the overweight and then run away.
I stomp grapes. I dance like Nietzsche and live like Thoreau. I wobble but I don't fall down.
I pontificate. I cat-call and heckle. I smoke turkeys. I don't eat the pasta-salad.
I make paper airplanes during meetings. I enter contests where the first prize is a go-cart and can't sleep when the drawing date is near.
I shop and save. I fight my urges and lose on purpose. I watch "Gilligans Island" and dig Ginger. I watch "I Dream of Jeannie" and wonder how long I'd put up with Air-Force crap with that little magical snuggle bunny at home in her jammies.
I found Waldo. I dress accordingly. I sit still during church. I giggle when teachers say "asphalt" or "Uranus".
But most of all.... I love the Tide!
Do I qualify?
OOOHHHH, sorry H Gilmer-girl, but the Tide remark disqualifies you - for every thing. We Volunteer loyalists simply HATE you people!!!!
Other than having a mental handicap caused by the ugly color crimson, it sounds as though you have a great life.
Orange: The color you take when Red is already taken. How's the Great Pumpkin, eh eh eh?
