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Hide Your ChildrenTuesday, May 7, 2002
Hell, hide your children's children, if you can.
Suge Knight is out of jail. At least I'm assuming he's out of the klink. You assume? Why make an ass out of you and umption? Charming. Well, friends, Suge is going to be on Mohr Sports tonight on ESPN at 8:30pm Central. That could be worth checking out. I can't imagine I'd feel safe asking Mr. Knight anything about anything, if you catch my drift. "So... um... you scare me, Suge." "Yeah. I get that a lot. Call me Mr. Knight, please." "Not a problem, sir. You're not... um... going to kill me or anything, are you?" I'm telling you, that dude plain scares me... Hopefully Jay Mohr can do more than mumble and avoid eye contact. This morning, when I arrived at work, I was walking in front of a lady that was proudly toting a box of the Snack Food of the Gods, Krispy Kremes. "How long did you have to wait for those?" "Only 30 minutes!" "Not bad!" "Last week, I waited 2 hours." Ma'am, I wish I had your fortitude. The Sour and his wife have a yard at their house. In this yard, they have giant clumps of hosta plants. Last Saturday, the Sour broke some of the hostas up and gave about 8 nice big clumps o' hostas to Lindsay and I. Very thoughtful of the entire Sour clan, that. Now, Lindsay and I are lazy -- shocker, I know, but stick with me, here -- Sunday rolled around, and we still hadn't planted the hostas yet. Since it looked like it was going to storm "There's a storm a' brewin. I can feel it in mah bones..." I thought it would be a nice time to get out and plant them before they all die from not being in Earth and all that. Lindsay, thankfully agreed. We proceeded to break the clumps up even more to get more coverage on our dirt... I mean, yard. Okay, dirt. Lindsay marked the spots that we were going to dig and then plant the plants. Then -- a light bulb moment -- Lindsay digs a tiny starter hole then points to the hole and says "A rat! Oscar! Get the rat!" Immediately, Oscar runs over and starts digging his little stinky white ass off. And Viola: A perfect hosta-sized hole. Lather, rinse and repeat until all the holes are dug. Gardening with terriers, you really should try it sometime. Really. Thanks for stopping by today! Eric |
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