Listen up: I do NOT want to hear about all your touchdowns! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Here’s a clue. You’re getting old and flabby, and you’re living off faded high school glories. You’ve got a crummy job and you’re losing your hair. The neighbors think you’re a pathetic loser, and your son thinks you’re a moron.
So shut up about all the touchdowns already. Sheesh.
I thinks it’s Peggy “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllll”
Look, in any event cut the guy some slack. His wife’s a shrew, his daughter a dim witted whore, and his son a loser. He has to smell feet all day for minimum wage.
So let him revel in the halicon days gone by, when he scored 4 touchdowns, it’s all he has left.
[former frat-boy]Hey JT! Have I ever told you how I set 3 state records at one track meet? Let me grab a beer and some pork rinds and I’ll tell you all about it.[/ff-b]
Well, in that case, let me tell you about the bases-clearing triple I hit in little league. It was the top of the 6th inning, and we were trailing 4-2… [fade into sepia-toned flashback footage].