So yeah I just got home from the United game, another home loss by the way, and the only thing that was keeping me going during the torrential down pour ride was the fact that I could crush some hot dogs upon my arrival home.
Nope...no dice.
Somebody took the hot dogs out of my cooler without me knowing.
Well you know what Barra? I'm not going anymore.
Rocky knew what was up when I yelled that they were gone. He ran upstairs. Good call by everybody's favorite black lab. He didn't want any part of this mad fury.
Seriously I am so bitter right now. Just when you think the daggers are done for the night, they stick you that much deeper.
PS...United sucks and I dont think it's going to get any better. Wish I cared more but the Hoyas are still in the news with old Jeremiah.
Goodnight
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