A day and a half later, this is still making me giggle:

Somehow it came up in a discussion with the girlfriend that we could turn our relationship (not in whole, but a portion thereof) into a made for TV movie, something you’d dig up on Lifetime at 2 in the afternoon.

Her: “But those movies always have something bad in them.”
Me: “Yeah, like Patrick Duffy.”

Of course, she was talking about the women with leukemia or a stalker, which really aren’t very funny topics at all, but once again, my wittyness impresses me.

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I wasn’t going to make the joke until I heard it on the radio during dinner today (even though I made it first at around 3pm):

St. Peter’s college basketball player George Jefferson was found dead in his dorm Tuesday. While its always a tragic story when someone so young (not to mention spending his summer working at camps and helping others) passes away, I can’t help but wonder if he’s moving to a dee-luxe apartment in the sky.

Terrible, I know, but until something a little happier happens to a guy named “Fred Sanford”, its all I’ve got to go on.

(But wait! What’s this?)

Insp. Fred Sanford, a spokesman for the Halifax police, said the operation is common in Western Canada, but relatively new to Nova Scotia.

“The appeal to criminals is . . . developing the customer base from delivering the drugs,” he said.

Later in the interview, Inspector Sanford referred to drug dealers as “big dummies”.

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This pretending to know what’s going on in the college football world is starting to pay dividends, I think. Not only am I receiving high praise (under, and completely unrelated to, the homoerotic swimwear picture), and getting my ideas shared to a whole different group of people, but thanks to the College Football BlogPoll, I’m also picking up a free book.

It’s titled “Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer”, which is apparently some type of cheer, presumably from the University of Alabama. Normally, I’d question the sanity and blood-alcohol content of anyone that might come up with that, but since I’ll defend “Ay Ziggy Zoomba” to the death as the finest college fight song in the nation, I guess I should cut them some slack.

Anyway, the book looks pretty solid (presuming the reviews were actual reviews, though even if they were all made up, it shows ridiculous amounts of creativity and dedication on behalf of the author, enough to give the book some kind of shot), and I can’t wait to get my copy and get reading. (Yes I can read, and occasionally even enjoy doing so.) Even though the book seems to center around Alabama fans, a state I might have been to twice, tops, I think the universal nature of sports fans should allow it to translate into my own experiences. Hell, if I can read Fever Pitch (which is all about an Englishman and his freaky-deaky love for soccer), and think about the first place I’m going to run around naked when the Browns win the Super Bowl (early front runner is the lobby of the nursing home I live in at the time), then certainly any book about college football wouldn’t be too much of a stretch.

As promised, once I get through it, I’ll throw up some kind of review on here. Considering it should be a couple weeks until I get it (I think), and I tend to get through books without pictures at a bi-monthly rate, look for a review around Thanksgiving.

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Even if you’re not a fan of F1, this interview clip is possibly the funniest thing I’ve heard since Pat O’Brien cancelled his cell phone plan. (Right click, Save As, por favor).