Adrenaline’s Shadow

The iphone has an App which allows Twats to post voice messages now.  We’ve been treated to a few show-offs (Lisa and Sage) already.

It might amuse you to hear the kind of message that Lisa sends when the Twitter world isn’t watching. I received this from her last week:

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She’ll probably make me take this down. But it’s nearly midnight over there right now, so hopefully she’s sleeping.

I just can’t quite put my finger on it.

No matter how I crop it, I’m missing it.

Hey, I tried. Find your own, damnit.

[via: one of my favorite food bloggers and twitterers tweeters twats]

Thank you Mike, for sending me this news story.

That shit fascinates me to no end.
(Although really…how did you know that?)

However, I now have this song stuck in my head.

Go on and click it… supersonic

I know all you 40-somethings are busting some ugly moves with me.

Anybody else see what I see in this picture?

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So, yesterday I stopped at the Shell station in our itty bitty redneck town of Bumfuck.  Stepped up to the counter to pay, and the clerk turned around…

I think my mouth dropped a little

“OMG, you look EXACTLY like Kendra Wilkinson”

No, I didn’t just think it. The words actually came out of my mouth.

And she totally did, by the way. Holy Hell, save for the stripe of pink in her blond hair, she could EASILY pass as (an 18 y/o) Kendra, who is a skank, but based on appearance, I’d consider it a compliment.

I was completely unprepared for “Who is that?”

I’m not sure I’ve ever blushed as hard or as fast (except for that crotch scratching incident in Kentucky). So, I just said “never mind” and hauled ass out of there.  Smooth eh?

How do you tell an 18 yr old, in the Bible Belt, that you just compared them to a Playboy model? GOD! I need to think before speaking.

I make no excuses for being slightly obsessed with Kelly Brook.

Can you blame me?

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I have nothing to blog, unless you want to hear about how motherfucking HOT it is here.  Instead, I’ll post what I wrote last Monday and never finished. Because I’m a lazy little asshole.

It pains me to say that Fleetwood Mac was mediocre, at best. Add to that, the heat index was 108F in New Orleans, and you might be surprised that I had a freaking GREAT weekend.

Oh my fucking GOD, did we eat some good food. And that’s really what makes or breaks a trip, right?

Thanks to GM’s suggestion, we went to Domilise’s for lunch. Imagine the perfect Poboy, one which cannot be improved. We had it. Even the discomfort of sweating our asses off outside for 30 minutes in line, a woefully UNDER air conditioned dive (that could easily pass for a crack house. Really. Have a look) and having our order delayed because the fanny-pack wearing Yankee in front of us didn’t know what dressed meant and demanded his sandwiches to be remade…it was STILL off-the-charts good.

We randomly sought out dinner while walking to the concert. A local (obviously fucking with us) suggested Quizno’s “because it’s owned by Ellen DeGeneres”.  LOL. Nice try, Bastard. I only look like a noob.

I forgot the name of the place, but I had the best fried softshell crab of my life.

The other pic, I snapped a couple doors down and Twittered it. Food Network Humor picked it up, which I think is pretty cool.

…and I never finished writing it.  Evs.

Non-sports-fans can skip this one.

Have you seen Press Hop?

Damn well done. You might be tempted to turn it off after the first 20 seconds or so, but stick with it. It’s worth watching.

Unrelated:

Did you see the FUG that was Michaels last night?

If you haven’t seen the Helen Hunt/Keyboard Cat thing, I suggest you remedy that.  Best Keyboard Cat yet.

Do you see what I see?

Unfortunately, Ms O’Brien lost in the first round at Wimbledon. I’ll still be on the lookout though, in case somebody else wants to show the toe.