I am sure glad I am not a gambler, 'cause I was so sure 'bout my prediction that Peyton Mannin' was gonna pick that New England defense apart. History will now show that I was 180 degrees off on that one. Oh well, may be gettin' a belly full of crow next week, but my pockets will still jingle. Them Frenchies have a few nicer ways to say Shit Happens, but that is the way the ball bounces.
I was wonderin' earlier -- what if I started just puttin' all the inane bullshit I think of on a daily basis in one long post, and published just once a day, allowed no comments, called it The Bleat and changed my name to Lileks, would my crap still be as funny? Yeah, them French phrases again. Where did all the dandelions go?*
*I have no idea where that came from.**
**George, ain't that a load of crap. You do too. Why did you say that?
Posted by notGeorge at January 18, 2004 05:57 PM | TrackBack