So, like, I’m back….
As you probably noticed, and as promised/ foretold by prophecy , there was no blogging on my part during my soccer sabbatical which was made considerably easier by the fact that my laptop pulled up deader than Bob Dole’s dick by the time we got to Phoenix. Obviously a sign from God. Or Ross Douthat. But now we’re back, San Francisco rocks regardless of 3 inches of rain and sixty mile-an-hour winds, and the dogs didn’t kill my brother.
I’m still trying to catch up but I’m surprised to see that now all Conservatives are bloated drug-addicted sex-tourists instead of, like, only seventy-five percent of them. So that’s kind of different from when I left.
Also. I had the opportunity to see the Lovely & Talented Casey draw a yellow card for telling the center referee to (and I quote):
“Call the fucking game both ways”.
Yes, it was definitely italicized when she said it.
Also. Also. Back Thursday with…stuff. And dogs.