"Ah Laz that explaines half the posts around here,you know FF just warps your mind just like smoking dope. FF has as much to do with football as watching dancing with the stars or eating 5 pacs of weiners and going to grammas house and barfing all over her and yelling touchdown."
At 1st I said to myself, "WhatInTH does watching Dancing with the Stars, eating hot dogs, then going over to me-me's house and barfin' all over her, Have ta do with ANY-thing...?!?!" Then I said, "Laz, herein lies the heart of what's been your greatest obstacle in life- You take people's words in an utterly exacting, absolute, black & white, cut n dry, precise manner...you are definately the epitome of pretty d#mn st#p#d like that, laz."
Either way though, I can't eat over grandma's house any longer... She's 91. And it really ain't that, b/c she brings 1st generation old school Sicilian fare to the table...it's my brother who's been takin' care of her. Which, neither in itself is the REAL issue...THE "issue", was when my brother told me that the insides of her #ssh#le were now on the "outsides". Which again, wasn't the REALLY bothersome issue... The REALLY "bothersome issue" occured in the visualization anecdotal offered from Scott, AFTER He revealed this to me-
Let's just say it had to do with a man vs. Food Mussel eating contest, with a table, a table skirt, a hole in the center of the table, and someone of mention rear-up underneath it...