I’ve spent the last six hours of my life losing 47 lbs via sauna. While simulating living in Cabo is a lovely thought – really, it is – I should never sweat through a fucking blazer. Anyway, I’ve been gone for six hours and have nothing clever to say except that when I returned I found out that my site was fucked the hell up. So you can imagine how I’ve managed to go from “puppies and rainbows” to “fucking fuck”. Also, I KNOW, both of my parents have spoken to me about my language this weekend because I sound crass and as if I’ve had no proper schooling. In my defense I think I sometimes use the ‘F’ word rather creatively. So whatever. Anyway, that last post wasn’t important. To those that missed out on my riveting prose here’s the Cliff’s notes version: I’m fine, blah, blah, blah. Manhattan, Brooklyn, DC, blah blah blah. Jaeger. Beer. I’m going to have a bangin’ ass. The end. Here, look at David Tyree’s ass while I’m learning about paragraph breaks. If on the day that this photo was taken, you had asked me if I would be sitting here, on February 4th, contemplating frolicking in a damn meadow because I am so fucking happy that my football team won the Superbowl; I would have asked what kind of hallucinogens you were taking and if you’d be willing to share. For surely, you would have been high:
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I *just* clicked on that last post and got the lovely 404 Error.
That photo is just as hot as it was on your last post.
Yes, it has disappeared. Because I have this crazy thing where I like to see at least a half an inch between paragraphs. Odd, right?
Tyree’s ass is a very beautiful thing.
That ass makes me want to frolick in a damn meadow.
The only reason I can tell you this is because I know you don’t care (you know since they lost we can still be friends and all), but I so rooted for the Pats yesterday.
Heather, I almost deleted a fairly good post the other day because one paragraph’s font was a different size than the rest of the post. AND IT WAS DRIVING ME INSANE. Thankfully I figured it out… an hour later.
We have much to discuss when we see each other on Wednesday…like precisely which Giant player I’m naming my child after. Start thinking about it now, m’kay?
Congratulations, Pal! I was thinking of you as the victory unfolded.
Nonetheless, I think we should still promote the sharing of all hallucinogens.
We were so happy for your team… and to be repaid with such fine ass. Well, that is heavenly indeed.
I will be forever devoted to that fine ass for that fine catch that made my fine Sunday.
Things of beauty, both the ass and the championship.
i must say i’m not exactly a giants fan…but i’m most certainly a fan of that ass. mmm….
(congrats for your giants
if only it had been my favre and my packers…a girl can dream, can’t she?!)
You know, I was kidding at first about his ass, since I hadn’t really stared at this photo. But DAMN! It is quite lovely.
I cannot wait until training camp.
i know i’m late to the party, but the hella-hotness of the ass stands, no?
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