Separated at birth. Our parents took him to North Dakota and dropped me off in South Dakota. Forgot the important part: He was raised by humans. I was raised by wolves. Went dancing every Friday night with Kevin Costner and that Fist girl.
Me: And I'll take "Insipid Corporate Sayings" for a thousand, Alex. Alex: Wow, Circus Boy, you're being aggressive as always. For the lead, the answer is "cremation." Me: Um, what is "Thinking outside the box"? Alex: You make it look so easy.
I was an exchange student in Brazil. Stood for two hours with 100,000 sweaty men. (Women weren't allowed, it seemed.) Sort of like a Turkish bath. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Saw Pele play in his prime. Game ended nil-nil. The beautiful game? Nah. The boring game. CLARIFICATION: Uh, stood for two hours in the stadium with 100,000 sweaty men.
Two things: 1. Sammy D. works slow as the dickens and usually takes a ton of pitches to get his outs. Then when he gets hit hard, he's so rattled it snowballs. 2. I can't remember the second thing.
Man oh Manischevitz! How can a team managed by a gnome be shutting out my El Tigres 11 straight innings? It's all wrong, I tell you! Wrong! Note: Don't adjust your monitors. This is an attempt to appease the anti-hex gods by rooting for whatever team the Twins are playing, as every team I root for fails. Carry on. Yay! Home run! Keep going, Kitties!