A few weeks ago nhp suggested that I submit a word I came up with to urbandictionary.

Lo and behold. Definition #2.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Juglies

I bet she'll feel special now.

Here is the story.

Once upon a time, in the present and very near future, there was a Grim.

He had a bukkit.

And several sponges.

He had a bottle of Fantastik, and a container of soap.

He also had a near-empty bottle of windex, which was okay because he only had two windows.

He wielded a broom and dustpan, and was an expert in mop-to-floor combat.

Slowly, he slid on a pair of latex gloves. Then he left the internet until this bitch is spotless.

BRB.

Lazy post day.

Post songs that you loved when they first came out but came to hate with overexposure.

*goes back to doing unproductive things*

This made me raff out roud.

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/cutline/really-really-dumb-super-bowl-ad-mich-senate-172713855.html

BRB GONNA GO GET SAUSAGE TO DICE INTO MY SAUTEED PEPPERS AND THEN EAT THAT.

Nhp and I just totally played 'erect' and 'hard' on back to back moves in scrabble.

Discuss.

Football was okay. Game was good. My friend has a lot of hot stepsisters and sisters. There was also an elderly guy at the party who kept taking pictures of the girls. I do not know what his relationship to the family is. It might have been a neighbor. Either way, I was the only person who thought the picture taking thing was creepy. Guess the rest of them were not paying attention to the look on his face.

I totally need to date a girl from Long Island. Not only do they watch football, but they actually like it.

Well, two of them liked it. The others kept asking questions, which I was of course very happy to answer. I like to hear myself talk, yknow.

It was a good evening. The family is very friendly. My friend could not stay awake for the whole thing. He is coming along though. Last time I saw him, he could not stand on his own. Now he's able to walk a bit. He still needs to be helped along, but it is progress. He has a big doctor's appt. later this week. They are trying to assess how much more chemo he will get and when to start him on it.

Also, I did not win the Buffy sketchbook. I was outbid with seven seconds to go, which I totally expected. Had I been home to do the last minute thing, I'd have won it for sure. Meh. There will be other chances down the road.

In conclusion, girls who like football are better than girls who don't. TRUE STORY.