Feb 15 2007
Soy Un Perdedor
Apparently, I’m going with a whole Spanish theme this week.
Anyway, just for anyone out there who thinks I don’t have a sense of humour, I offer you this. My friend (for now), TK over at Uncooked Meat is apparently having a bad week with all the winter weather occurring up in the Boston area.
In his latest blog entry, poetically entitled “Welcome to the Suck,” TK offers “Greetings from the Winter Wonderland of Fun Frozen Wasteland of Hell” where he laments about how his entire back yard has apparently frozen over into one big giant sheet of ice. Indeed, TK went as far as to take this picture of his backyard, noting how the big shiny patch is not a swimming pool:
Well, in an attempt to lift his spirits, I took a picture of my backyard this morning, including my pool (and Biscayne Bay immediately adjacent thereto):
It bears noting that TK offered up the use of two sticks he has in his garage for a pickup game of ice hockey on the glacier that now sits atop his back yard.
I’m going to assume he may want to use those sticks for something else at this point – namely, beating me about the head and shoulders.
Happy belated Valentines Day, kid!
8 Responses to “Soy Un Perdedor”
I’d love to have a snappy comeback, but I just spent 90 minutes driving through dead-stop traffic, in 15 degree weather with high winds. Meanwhile, those clever folk who didn’t scrape all the frozen snow off their roofs had sheets of ice flying all over the highway. Ever try to dodge a block of ice at six miles per hour?
You, on the other hand, probably spent the day maxin’ by your lovely pool, drinking umbrella drinks and masturbating furiously. So I lost this battle before it was even fought.
That said, I hope you remember what happened the last time you mocked my sad, frigid hell. Namely, days of virulent sickness. And yes, I caused it last time. So enjoy your genital warts.
Fuck, I spelled warts wrong. Well, whatever that is, you’re getting that too.
I thought you lived in a condo? If so, I don’t know if you can say “my pool”. I could be wrong, but I thought I would give you shit.
Yeah, I fixed that for you. No worries.
Damn, now I feel bad. If you ever get tired of dodging blocks of ice, you’re always welcome to crash at my crib, kid.
Karrie,
Hardy-har-har. Har-Har.
And yes, it IS my pool – well, at least a full 1/10th of it. So there.
Someone is sensitive about his pool.
Sounds like a plan. I’ll come by once your warts clear up.
And yeah… you are a bit sensitive about the pool. At least the frozen lake is mine, all mine, beyotch.
90 minutes doesn’t sound bad. If it’s too long, or not, there’s always I-78 in pennsyltucky. Well, usually it’s known as I-78. For the past couple of days, it’s been known as the parking lot in hell. And, yes. Hell doth froze over.