Remember what is at stake here: UConn Tickets, T-shirts, Ownership of this blog, personal pride, self respect (or lack there of).
Fat Pickle Fatty:
How did I get to be such a fat ass? Hard work, that’s how! A commitment too bad food choices, 50 beers a week, and little to no exercise. The “perfect storm” of fatness. I’m 6 foot tall and currently weigh 203.5 lbs. My “playing weight” is 180-ish. So I could stand to lose 20. And truth is I’m ready to. And I love a contest/bet/challenge.
Walk on Boy:
Put down that beer...what is that? Schlitz? For shame, for shame.
The two weeks have been kind to Fat Pat---careful not to be distracted by his beautiful mane of sparsely distributed chest hair.FWG:
I was told that it's not fair if I do not have a personal stake in this competition. So here you have it, my "before" picture(s).
Final Thoughts (yes, it HAS been a while since I've had any):
Thinking of doing the "Ten Commandments of Blogging":
"Thou hall not blog on the Sabbath, lest he receiveth a brandy glass full of brown M&Ms, with an orientation of north by northwest"
I am so out of touch with American movies, but having visited Movies.com today, I am willing to bet that "The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past" is not exactly "Oscar worthy." The smart money is on "Hotel For Dogs"
Yesterday my teammate Ryan was told by am Austrian club-goer that he always enjoyed it when "Germans tried to speak English---stick to German, you're English is terrible." Ryan is neither German, nor does he speak a lick of it. That being said, his English is pretty poor.