Baseball's Back!

The following conversation took place over text messages:

Ed: Brandon Inge is Detroit's center fielder. Funny all by itself.
Caf: Juan Pierre is no longer a starter. Excellent all by itself.
Ed: It's a good day.

Fair Notice

Before meeting a friend for lunch one day, his significant other sent this IM (names have been changed to protect the hilarious):

FYI for later, Schwehmdog... Dan was acting like an ass goblin last night, so I got us dinner at Chipotle and had them spike his burrito with atomic salsa. he was in extreme gastronomic discomfort this morning. So, I apologize if he's ornery at lunch.

You Know, The Nazis Had Pieces of Flare They Made the Jews Wear

This is just a much funnier title for a entry I did over on IPROD. If you were hoping for a funny, tough luck. Get used to disappointment. 

I Rule At Cranium

This weekend I was playing Cranium Pop 5, which is a version of cranium where you get to choose which type of activity you want to use to get your team to guess the word (the other team gets to choose the number of points each activity is worth). So clearly some categories don't work well with some events: it can be hard to hum "acid-washed jeans". 

We were doing guys vs. girls, and as usual the guys were losing. I was on a roll though when it was my turn to act/draw/hum/scuplt, so when it came around to me, I said that no matter what I was doing the 5 point event (the most difficult, as chosen by the other team). What did I commit myself to? I had to sculpt the song "Love Shack". And you know what? I did it. Our team still lost but I was a fucking winner.