As you can tell I obviously didn't post anything gay about myself yesterday. I did that because I started writing something, then realized how much information about myself I'm putting out there...and not really good stuff.
So to preserve my option to run for public office someday, I most likely won't be posting anything of personal detail about the following...
*Streaking experience. (no picture needed)
*My love of Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals.
*The fact I wouldn't mind driving a more fuel efficient car, even though they look like a baby shoe.
*My iPod playlist that includes Cher, Scissor Sisters, and Celine Dion (which is balanced by the playlist I have with every single AC/DC and Van Halen album, so THERE!)
I have a hard time believing they don't feel like dancin'.*I have perfected the art of Man-gina. (again, no picture needed)
*I see no problem taking my chihuahuas camping.
See that wasn't so bad. I hope the spirits of college football take notice of my sacrifice and grace our beloved Dawgs with the motivation they need to really stick it to South Carlina. And yeah, a few of those things were embarrassing, but it's not like I sit down to pee...often.
So now all my dirty laundry is aired out, we can get back to what really matters, Georgia beating the hell out of USC in a few days. As much as I loved watching Bobby Johnson scissor kick Steve Spurrier in the nads last Thursday, I wish the Gamecocks were still ranked like they were going into Nashville (they were #23 I believe at the time).
Perhaps that might finally give us a win over a "significant opponent" like everyone claims we need to get before we get any attention toward our Heisman candidates (which weren't listed...
here...which I think is total horse-squeeze).
Thoughts?
OJ: "Mama, I'm heading to Tuscaloosa! They don't look for Heisman winners there!"
