The old C&B
There are some advantages to writing on a press day. If I hadn't waited until today's press conference to get my interview with the Saskatchewan coach, I wouldn't have left SUB to go and write my article after supper tonight. On my way to Tory, something caught my eye. It was a cock. A snow cock, standing around six feet tall. It also had balls. The picutres tell the story.
Cocks with balls and baby Osama: two things that you can only find at the crap shack.
posted by Chris O @ 10:47 PM
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OK Chris, you scared me. I have an image to up keep, I will not be the source of the first fight or anything leading towards it. But I do love ya'lls blog.
Wait a minute ... when did I talk about your dad? I'm so confused.
Did I do something wrong?
I posted in haste. Foolishness. I was just joking about my dad, Iris. I'm not a cutter.
Maybe I should start posting the pics I have of stuff I see on the way home.
Good.
Because if there's a "cutter" in this house, that'd clearly be me. After all, I'm "mean" and I wear a "cape."
Also, Kim, welcome to our crap shack. As you can see, it's full of crap. And terrorist. And BALLS!
You never wear the cape anymore. It's so cool. Feel free to leave the cape around the crap shack. I won't get mad.
We took a Gateway trip to visit the cock while you were busy writing. Unfortunately, I never got to touch the cock because I snow fight ensued, and there was much coldness, followed by running. I'm actually a little surprised the cock didn't get knocked over in the process.
Also, I put snow in Paul Owen's pants.
Get to know Paul Owen and you'll learn that he needs snow down the pants every once in a while.
After I wrote my article (which was speedy--an hour for transcribing and writing it up), I was walking back to SUB and saw that someone did in fact kick the cock over. I blame religious extremists. They hate stuff like giant snow cocks/balls.
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