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RAW Regurgitation – A Night of Promos

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Like Wrestling? You're gonna hate tonight's show then.

RAW happened last night.  Whoopty shit.  There wasn’t much to say for this one I’m afraid.  I also fear we’re going to be forced to watch some kind of chess championship at Wrestlemania, or perhaps a Tweet-Off stomp the yard-style, between Big Johnny and Teddy Long.

For the record, I like both characters, I think they do exactly what they’re supposed to do and they do it well.  I don’t, however, believe that we need a GM vs. GM Easy Bake Oven Dance Off at Wrestlemania.  Hopefully they flush this turd before it wastes part of the PPV event in April.

That said, last night’s RAW was just chock full of…promos.  Yeah, we got footage about everything, and very little of substance actually came to pass.  I guess they’re trying to save the “good stuff” for another night.

Besides, they were in Oregon and those people don’t have much else to recommend them, so I suppose seeing big muscled up guys talk and act on the jumbo-tron was still a pretty good night out.  It had to be better than watching the cat lick it’s balls while you listened to the weather report on your old transistor radio.

But I digress.  Let’s get into it.  RAW – A Night of Promos.

If you want to turn it into a drinking game, everytime there’s a vignette or promo mentioned, drink a beer.

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Monday Jousting Hangover: Full Metal Jousting – Testicles of Titanium

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Wolfman vs. Joe, I guess. He doesn't have a nickname.

Oh. Hell. Yes.  Shit got real for real last night.  Did you watch it?  Tell me you watched it.  If you didn’t watch it, you don’t deserve to keep your testicles.  What kind of man would miss out on this show?  I wouldn’t, because I love my country and my plums.

Anyhow, this is week three of Full Metal Jousting.  We’ve already seen two competitors get eliminated from the competition in Mike Edwards for the Red Team and Jack Mathis for the Black Team.  So the series is even at 1 loss each, but apparently at the end of the day, the teams don’t really mean much outside of training and sleeping arrangements, because only one competitor can be the champion.  That should play out interestingly if we come down to teammates fighting for the top spot when all is said and done.

So what about this week?  What kind of brutality were our Knights in sorta-shiny armor subjected to?  Did anyone lose any parts of their anatomy?  Were balls fully on display?

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Sunday: Pit Beef, Skirt Steak and Full Metal Jousting

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So good, if you put it on top of your head your tongue would beat your brains out trying to get to it.

That’s right, Sunday is the day of beef at my house.  It’s nearly 60 degrees and sunny here in wonderful Columbia, SC, It’s a Capital City!™ And for me that means an excuse to fire up the grill, and char some beef in anticipation of Full Metal Jousting tonight at 10pm.  I can’t wait.  This show has absolutely hooked me.  Add this to Gold Rush, Bering Sea Gold, Swamp People and Mudcats, and you’ve got my idea of a full weekend.

See, I don’t get much time during the week to enjoy TV, and it seems the only nights I want to watch something, all the shows are on at the same time.  So I make good use of the ol’ DirecTV DVR and record my hillbilly-esque programming.  I get to spend a few hours this evening seeing how the Hoffman Crew fared in the season finale up there in the Klondike.   Hoping that Dakota Fred fell short of his goals because he’s a thieving bastard and watching a bunch of Good Ol’ Boys stick their hands in dark, wet holes for about an hour.

On top of all that, I get to grill today.  I’ve got a 4 pound Eye of Round roast for pit beef and a 10 ounce skirt steak for fajitas tomorrow going on there today.  And I’ve got 18 long neck, Vortex Bottles of Ice Cold Miller Lite.  If there is a heaven, I think I’ve found it.

So, whatever you people choose to do today, I hope it’s as testosterone and beef fueled as my day is.  I’ll be back tomorrow with my Monday Hangover: Full Metal Jousting – Testicles of Titanium.

George Washington, General, President, Diplomat, McNugget?

Oh I wish I was making this up.  In fact, I had to go take a breathalyzer real quick to make sure I wasn’t imagining things in a drunken stupor again.  That incident with the neighbor’s wife and the butterfly net covered in peach preserves is still a sore point between us.

But lo and behold, this is a for real thing.  A woman from Nebraska has a chicken McNugget for sale on Ebay because it looks like George Washington.  No shit.  Check this out:

Nugget George Washington, General, President, Diplomat, McNugget?

Hail to the Chef! Pass the Honey Mustard.

So we’ve moved on from religious icons into dead Presidents in the ever-wacky game of “My food totally looks like someone famous, and now I’m gonna cash in.”  How effing stupid have we become as a culture when we’re willing to not only accept that, yes, that particular piece of mechanically separated and then mushed back together piece of McDonald’s cuisine does in fact look like the very first President of the United States?

I was almost ok with the grilled cheese Jesus, Cheesus as I like to call him, because I could almost make out the similarity.  But when it went up for sale is when I jumped off the bandwagon.  You have got to be certifiably bat-shit crazy to think someone would buy your leftovers for any amount of money.  Right?  Nope.  That sucker had bids as high as $22,000 before Ebay pulled the rug out from under the would be Dairy Deity.

And then, because of this phenomenon of finding images in their food, this goddamn website exists:  GrilledCheeseJesus.com  Their mission statement reads as follows:

So, what exactly are we doing here? Unlike the Blues Brothers, we’re NOT on a mission from God. Deities seem to show up in the weirdest places. Jesus is in New York one day, Milwaukee the next, and his Mom seems to jump all over the place too. Quite frankly, we think that these sightings are funny and the people that create instant shrines are missing a few screws.

We decided to attempt to catalog all these events in a single place for your amusement, reference, sanity, <insert reason here>. Hopefully we’ll see some entertaining discussion on the subject. Since we do believe in evolution, I’m sure the site will evolve over time, so bookmark us and check back every once in a while.

Yeah.  Their mission is an attempt to catalog all the crazy into one convenient toilet bowl that will never never flush itself empty.

And one of their finds?

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Pizza? Jesus Christ, again?

Yep, the face of Jesus in a three cheese pizza somewhere in Australia.    Does it ever end?  I sincerely doubt it.  And it’s disturbing.

But back to the McMatter at McHand…George McWashington has shown up in this woman’s happy meal and she’s trying to cash in.  As of right now the auction has 9 days to go and the current bid is $102.50.  Really?  For this thing?  I don’t know if you ask me, it looks more like “Thing” from the Fantastic Four, but maybe I’m biased.

I don’t know that I can ever eat another McNugget again after seeing this shit.  I’ll be afraid to find out that I’m putting an ex-president in my mouth.  And with my luck, that ex-president would turn out to be Bill Clinton, and I’ll forever be known as Monica McLewinsky to all my peers.

What Are You Giving Up For Lent?

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No, not this lint. The other one with the ashes and the crosses and the palm leaves stuff

Are you a believer of a faith that participates in Lent?  No?  Then you don’t need to be here for any more of this, check back tomorrow for some other stupidity.  In the event that you do follow this tradition, and I don’t, I thought I’d write about it anyways.

The traditional purpose of Lent is the penitential preparation of the believer—through prayer, penance, repentance, almsgiving, and self-denial. Its institutional purpose is heightened in the annual commemoration of Holy Week, marking the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events of the Passion of Christ on Good Friday, which then culminates in the celebration on Easter Sunday of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Thanks Wikipedia!  If it’s on Wikipedia, you know it’s 100% accurate.

Anyhow, during Lent many people commit to fasting or giving up certain luxuries as penitence.  I get it, it’s a form of respect and a show of faith.  Good on you.

But for me?  I couldn’t do it.  I’m not that strong willed.  Fasting?  FASTING?  Have you seen me?  Look at the top of the page, that’s just 1/3 of my entire manly, fur-covered being.  Fasting for me would be skipping my in between meal meals.  No way in hell.  Sorry, not happening.

Also, I don’t live a luxurious life.  I’m on this machine for upwards of 12 hours a day working, or Googling naked pictures of the Golden Girls, and the rest of my time is spent with my kids and my 2 hours maximum of TV on any given day.  I have no luxuries.  Unless you count beer as a luxury.  If you do, you’re out of  your mind.  It’s a mild form of medication that allows me to function in this house full of children who insist that I’m their father.

So no, I couldn’t do Lent.  I could maybe spare some change on my way to the Waffle House or something to help with your building fund, but beyond that, count me out.  And I find it funny that the only time really “show their faith” is during an event like Lent.  You don’t see them trying to prove themselves to be better people in the middle of June, at the beach in line for a sno cone.  In fact, they become the polar opposite of what their faith tells them they should be.

Love they neighbor, people, LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!  Quit cutting in line to get the cherry sno cone because it’s hot and you think you have a right to get yours before I get mine.  And for pete’s sake, make sure you know which flavor you want BEFORE you get to the counter.  This isn’t a life altering decision.  Choosing lime over sour apple isn’t going to alter the course of your life in any meaningful way.  And so help me, if you ask about gluten-free flavorings, you’ll be meeting your God sooner than you planned.

All that aside, Happy Lent everybody!

Insomnia Leads to Dick Pills

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Would you trust this guy with your crotch?

See, I usually sleep pretty well.  Takes me a while to get to sleep but when I do, holy shit lookout!  I sleep like a dead body most nights.  Nothing short of a nuclear explosion or a middle of the night “let’s do-it” from my wife will wake me up.  Unfortunately, both of those events happen at just about the same rate.

Anyway, last night I couldn’t sleep for shit.  I went to bed at a respectable 11pm.  By 12, I was back downstairs.  12:30 upstairs, 1:00 downstairs, around 4:00am I threw in the towel and just stayed downstairs on the couch, with the TV tuned to SyFy.  And holy hell I think SyFy’s programming department is made up of monkeys on LSD.  They played some weird shit at 4am.

Of course, seeing as how I had the sound turned off, just about anything at 4am when you’ve been up for nearly 24 hours would probably seem weird.  But I digress.  The movie “9″ was on.  It was an animated something or other and as I just learned at IMDB, Elijah Wood was one of the voices.  It’s good to see Hobbits getting work, post-Rings trilogy.  You don’t see enough Samwise Geegee these days.  And yes, I know Elijah was Frodo, calm down nerds.

From what I could tell by not hearing a word of it and only sort of paying attention to it, it was about aliens that did stuff and it didn’t work out as they had hoped, then one of them got fried on a force field or something.  I dunno, not my cup of tea I guess.  Luckily enough, the movie ended before I could give too much of a shit, and the infomercials started up.

Did you know there’s a new something or other out there that will insure you have great sex?  It’s called Triverex, and it’s the newest, most awesome sex drug available without a prescription that you can only order on the phone at odd hours of the morning.  You know this stuff has GOT to be legitimate.  I’m not linking to it, because they’re not paying me to do so.

What I did learn from the 30 minutes they purchased on SyFy Network at 4:30am was that this stuff is a “Revolutionary Breakthrough in Natural Male Enhancement”.  Among it’s attributes:

  • Puts you in the mood with greater arousal and desire – so you’re always ready to deliver when the time is right.  (All I need is a glimpse of side boob, and I’ve got this one covered)
  • Designed to improve your blood flow – so you can have ROCK HARD erections.  (umm, see the previous entry)
  • Supercharges your energy and sexual stamina to bring you and your partner to full satisfaction and sexual pleasure.  (Because she definitely wants my big sweaty ass against her that much longer)

But lest you think this is yet another scam, fear not!  Dr. Mark A. Moyad, M.D. has endorsed this product wholeheartedly.  He even says “Triverex is the breakthrough that so many men have been waiting and hoping for”.  Amazing, he managed to find the 4 guys that haven’t heard of Viagra or Cialis, or hookers.  But what I truly love from their web site is this helpful chart:

triv chart Insomnia Leads to Dick PillsPlease take note that:

a.)  This product “FIRES ON ALL CYLINDERS”.  Nice try, Triverex, but I know you’re not a car

b.) Manufactures in a fully Good Manufacturing Practices compliant facility.  Just the fact that you felt it necessary to clear up any confusion that it was not, in fact, made in some guy’s garage over the past three weekends when he was simultaneously cooking up a batch of Jed’s All-Natural Crystal Meth, now with Limon, worries me more than had you left this little piece of info off your chart entirely.

Overall, this is dick medicine.  I’m sorry, it’s an “All natural male enhancement supplement”, whose claims have not been evaluated by the FDA, USDA or DEA.  For all we know it’s made of monkey shit and sawdust.  Both are completely all natural.  Neither is something I would consider ingesting in order to get my pecker standing up.

I think if your penis is not working as you wish it would, and you’re not being ridiculous like thinking it will just hammer away like a piston on an oil rig when you snap your fingers and shout “Klamazzal”, then your best bet would be seeking a doctor’s advice.  Not a T.V. doctor, and not that creepy hobo that insists he is Doc from the original Snow White films.  No, go see your physician.  The guy with the office and the diplomas from schools not name “Universty of Phoenix” on his wall.

I just want to know when the vitamin companies, pill pushers and Nigerian princes (via email 1,000 times a day) got so interested in everybody’s dicks.  I lived almost 20 years without ever thinking about anyone else’s schlong.  Seriously.  I never once sat there in a moment of quiet reflection and thought to myself, “Not only do I enjoy my penis and what it does for me, I wonder how everyone else’s dong is doing today?  Perhaps I’ll start a club.  The Pecker Pot.  Yes.  Then we can all sit around and inquire as to the current status of our peers’ schwanzes.  It will be glorious and I will be hailed as Sultan of Sac, or perhaps, the Duke of Dangle.  I will be revered on high for my cutting edge thinking to form a group of men to talk about their dicks.”

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The Taliwhacker Counsel Has Convened

Couldn’t you imagine?  I mean, yeah, all guys have said “How’s it hangin’” from time to time, but that was more of a “Hey, howya doing?” Than a sincere inquiry as to the current dangling status of their friend’s pork sword.  I imagine we could be penis pen pals, writing letters, including charcoal sketches and water color renderings that depict how our bacon rods are feeling at that particular moment.  I would paint in vibrant colors, back when I was in my 20′s.  Lots of orange, yellow, and red.  Showing action, but never showing a partner.

So yeah, my order is on its way.  I love my penis THAT much.

RAW Regurgitation – The Road Less Traveled To Wrestlemania

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RAW is, well it's on I guess.

It’s that time of the week again.  That time where I write up my thoughts and my recap on our weekly adventures of mad-cap, insane, serious, not-so-serious, ah hell, I’m writing about a full contact soap opera.  Let’s just call a spade a spade.

This was the follow up show to the weekend’s big PPV event, Elimination Chamber.  I didn’t bother purchasing this one, mainly because I did the math.  4 matches on the card, I was paying essentially $11.25/match.  That’s a bit salty when I can get 4 matches on USA or SyFy for free.  This PPV had a lousy run-up and really didn’t intrigue anyone.  Nothing of note really occurred, no feuds were started or ended, it was just there.

So how did Raw do this week?  Not awful, in my humble opinion.

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Monday Jousting Hangover – Round Two

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Full Metal Testicles Jousting Mathis vs. Nodar

 

For one glorious hour last night, I was treated to some of the most balls-out brutality that can legally transpire on your television set.  Full Metal Jousting was back for round two and once again, they didn’t disappoint.  I have to say, it’s not as action packed as some other sports, but what it lacks in overall action, it more than makes up for in pure, unfiltered carnage.  These guys must have a second set of testicles, there’s no way in hell you could participate in jousting with just the standard single pair of balls.

So, last night, we were treated to a bit more training footage in where the competitors were shown techniques and given a chance to sort of hone their skills a bit.  With the Red team suffering the first loss of the series last week, they were out there to try to even the odds and insure that their first loss was their last loss.  We get a chance to see more of the jousters interacting, and getting to work together as a team.  Ultimately that team stuff will have to go out the window as they approach the finals to decide the overall champion of the event and to see who walks away with a cool $100,000.

Since the Black team won last week, they got to pick their Red team opponent.  The Black team selected Jake Nodar, a horse trainer by trade, and widely assumed to be the weakest link on the Red team.  Since we’re not privy to all of the training footage between events, we as an audience simply have to take their word for it.  The jouster for the Black team would be Jack Mathis, a Theatrical Jouster.  I would have to imagine, that as a theatrical jouster you have a leg up on your competition because you are at the very least comfortable on a horse, wielding that lance and hitting targets on a daily basis.

Now that the competition is set, the teams set out to train their guys for victory.  And for Jack, it’s looking pretty good.  He’s got the skills, the determination and the drive to win.  Obviously there’s some things to work on, but they seem to be minor and if you had to put money on the early favorite, it was going to be Jack.  At one point, however, during his training, he takes a wicked hit to the head and winds up breaking a tooth.  After the doctor checks him out, he’s cleared to continue.

We’re next treated to Jake’s training.  Even his coach mentions how he’s just not skilled at the event, but then, how many people are really?  So they work with him on his lance technique, and for the majority of the training he’s missing everything.  Just looking bad…until he doesn’t.  He starts making strikes, getting his timing down and looking like he belongs there.

After the training segments, we see the guys back in their own team headquarters, and Jake decides to go talk some trash to the Black team.  It’s friendly enough, at least as friendly as trash talk can be.  He calls Jack out and says that he’s got a target on his shoulder.  To this, the black team makes fun of him saying he messed the phrase up, that it should be “Target on your back, or a chip on your shoulder”.  This is where I have to disagree.  The target in jousting, is in fact, on your shoulder.  Before you go calling someone stupid….yada yada.

And finally…FINALLY we get to the match.  The jousters suit up, mount up and take to the “sandbox” as they’ve come to refer to it.  And it’s on like Donkey Kong.

Pass 1:

Red makes solid contact and unhorses the Black Knight.  The Black Knight doesn’t score a strike.  He is immediately checked out by a doctor to insure he can continue the competition.  As an aside, apparently the rules state that the minute the doctor walks away you have two minutes to get back in your armor and on your horse or you risk disqualification.  Jack makes it back in time, and gets ready for another round.

Score:  Red: 10  Black 0

Pass 2:

Contact is made by both competitors but neither strikes the Grand Guard on the shoulder.  Therefore, no points are awarded.

Score remains  Red: 10  Black 0

Pass 3:  

Another zero point round.  Both guys are struggling to find their targets.  You almost can’t blame Jack, he’s probably still a bit rattled from that early knock-down.  And Jake, well, he’s still green.

Score remains:  Red 10  Black 0

Pass 4:

With frustration setting in for Jack, he gets a bit careless.  He makes contact for a score, but overextends himself to the point that he manages to unhorse himself.  Sloppy riding is to blame.  Since Red didn’t make contact, no points are awarded for the take down.

Score is now:  Red 10  Black 1

The doctor does step in to check on a visibly upset Jack, and after he leaves the race is on to get him back on his horse within the two minute time window.  Luckily, they manage to get him back on in time.

Pass 5:

The first 4 passes see the Knights using lances that are 1 1/4″ in diameter.  For the last 4 rounds, the lances are 1 1/2″ in diameter.  This adds rigidity and weight to the weapon.  And our fifth pass sees a double miss.  Both sides attribute that to the change in weight of the lance.

Score remains:  Red 10  Black 1

Pass 6:

Red scores a strike, and Black actually breaks a lance, but in doing so, misses the grand guard, so he receives no points for his efforts.

Score is now:  Red 11  Black 1

Pass 7:

Another double miss.  I can only imagine the stress leads to sloppy targeting.  That’s not a knock on the competitors, they’re doing something I don’t have enough balls to do.  Just my thoughts.

Score remains:  Red 11  Black 1

Pass 8:

With the final pass coming up, Black is still in a position to at least tie it up.  They haven’t mentioned what sort of tie breaker system they employ in the event it happens, but he’s got the chance.  If Jack can unhorse Jake on this pass, he will tie.

And they’re off, Black misses and Red strikes but not on the grand guard.  In doing so, Red loses his lance completely.  At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter because Jake Nodar for the Red team has prevailed.

Final Score:  Red 11 – Black 1

This brings the series to a tie, with one win each for the teams.  A great show, a ballsy effort and I sincerely hope they bring this back on a very regular basis after this season.  Check it out if you haven’t already.  History Channel, Sundays @ 10pm

 

Open Letter To the Guy Behind Me At The Movies

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The people behind me at the movies

A little background before I get to my letter, since more than just this guy will be reading it.  I took three of my sons, two of their friends and my wife to see the new Ghost Rider movie this past Saturday night.  It was my 12 year old’s birthday and he wanted to go see it.  I’m an accommodating sort of Dad, so we went to see it.  Tickets for 5 kids and 2 adults came to just shy of $70.  Dinner prior to the movie was another $50 at the pizza buffet place they wanted to go to.  We opted for the 7:30 showing.

Knowing the movie was just released the day before, we all knew it would be crowded, and when you add Saturday night into the equation, it gets even more hectic.  We arrived at the theater and found our seats about 20 minutes early to insure we could all sit together.  Now, on to the letter:

Dear Jackass With The Loud Mouth,

I really wanted to write and thank you for being there Saturday night, directly behind me and my family for the screening of Ghost Rider.  We thought we were going to have to figure out what you thought was funny, or intense or exciting all on our own, or at the least, we would have to turn around and ask you occasionally throughout the show.  Knowing how aggravating that might be for you, to be constantly interrupted during the movie, I was thinking that maybe I’d just sit there quietly, taking notes and try to get you alone afterwards to get your thoughts at that point.  It wouldn’t be as good as a running commentary, certainly, but I’m not really so forward when meeting someone for the first time.  Thankfully, you were a step ahead of us, and more often than not you felt our need to know what you were thinking before we even thought to wonder.

Your extremely loud conversation with the 12 people you arrived with was a pleasant departure from my normal movie going experience.  Knowing exactly when you thought something was “Holy shit, that was funny!”, or when a particular scene made you feel “dang dat boy got his ass beat” really added something special to the overall show.  I am actually thankful that you felt the need to have long conversations, LOUD long conversations, about the 30 second action scene that just finished up with your friends and by extension, me.  I really didn’t need to hear the dialogue that the actors on screen were reciting anyhow.

I had never noticed it until this night what I was truly missing by being able to hear the entire movie, start to finish, without a barely educated, extremely loud sack of chicken shit telling the theater what he thought all throughout the viewing.  You truly bring a special something to the table.  When you would relate the on screen action to a movie you saw on television at 3am the night before, I was enthralled.  Not once had I ever thought to make the comparison of the movie I’m watching to another movie I had already seen.  And as luck would have it, I didn’t see the movie you were referring to and I was enthralled by your play-by-play of the action sequence, plot recaps and overall feeling that this was, in fact, “A BAD ASS MOVIE”.  It was as if I got two movies for the price of one, because you sure do paint a picture with words.  ”Dat right dere, dat’s just like dat movie wit day boy…damn, whatshisname…Wanda, what was dat boy’s name in dat movie the otha night?  No, not him dat boy wit da thing on his face.  No, dat’s dat otha boy.  Damn woman.  Dat boy!  You know!”  Ahhh, it was wonderful.

I have to admit, I thought you were just going to chat throughout the previews for upcoming movies, and that I would have to sit and pay attention to the movie I shelled out $70 for without the benefit of your every goddamned thought, every second of the film.  It was refreshing in the way that falling in a port-a-potty head first would be refreshing.

I can only hope that one day we become friends, and I can attend your funeral far in the future and share with your family and friends the story about how we first met.  I will extend to your family and their grieving, the exact same courtesies you extended to us at the movies.  As loved ones stand to share their memories and their grief, I will be more than happy to interrupt by telling my companion that “This funeral is alright, I really liked the part where his family came in crying.  It reminded me of a ‘very special episode’ of Growing Pains when Mike Seaver decided to euthanize his mother’s aunt after she suffered a stubbed toe.”

I will be glad to rate each mourner’s performance on a sliding scale, and I will absolutely let the crowd know when to laugh by sharing my laughter and “OH SHIT THAT WAS FUNNY AS SHIT DOG!!!!” often throughout the ceremony.

So again, thank you for being there Saturday.  I know you really went out of your way to enhance my experience.

Gutmeister