Weekend Betting Lines

Spreads:

• Reason for coach to give a third "time to get serious" speech (-5) over Tame behavior 
• NFL Blitz mongering all free time (-20) over Productive weekend
• Girls team getting angry about things posted on here (probably this), while still not having any idea who I am (-7) over People being level-headed about a blog.

 Over/Unders:

• Tarry making screaming phone calls at C-Mac: 1.5
•  Bottles being unnecessarily broken outside our porch: 2.5
• Domino's orders (I need to hear about them- Text/facebook): 1.5

Tarry

Tarry typically comes home in a stressed state late at night, hands/body parts jazzing out of control, only to unnecessarily remain awake for an extra couple hours.  Instead of winding down with Bill Maher (traded 6 mos. HBO for free 24-pack of Bud55), Tarry opens his computer in the living room and begins watching Glee.  Upon discovering Britney Spears is featured in this evening's show, Tarry slowly adjusts the acoustics of the house: "Do you mind if I turn the TV down?  Are you even watching this?  God, this is so annoying, why is there so much Britney Spears?"  Tarry raises the volume of his laptop/Britney Spears and begins tapping his feet to it.  "If you want me to go somewhere else, just let me know."

Enough was enough.  Yeah, do you mind going into your room with that?  Tarry began mumbling, mostly to himself, as he began moving to his room: "Isn't this annoying?  I wish they wouldn't keep playing Britney Spears.  I don't even know how she's still so popular.  Like, I could understand if you're from a different country and...." Finally his voice became muffled behind his closed door.

I turned off the TV and made moves to get to bed when the music from Tarry's room became louder than it was out in the living room.  Jesus Christ.  He's playing "baby one more time" by Britney, and this time, it's absolutely not coming from the episode of Glee he was watching.

Twins Nearly Blow Series; Ragerding Obliterates 5629

"FUUUUCK!!! WE'RE OUT OF COFFEE!!" Knowing how comical this could be, I ventured upstairs Tuesday morning to see a trademark & bashful shit-eating grin by Soberding.  He has been high-strung all week.  His precious Minnesota Twins have clowned their way into MLB postseason after six long months of wondering how poorly the Tigers will finish (exactly .500 going out on a win - good form).  After scoring a preemptive lead of 3-0 last evening, Soberding quietly left the Bang House and retired to troubled sleep.  Another episode of crushed dreams aired tonight as Granderson absolutely pummeled the baseball like it were a match-up between C-Mac and Ocho Loko. 

I haven't seen Ragerding yet, but I know he has already evolved.  I'd say it's safe to assume he hasn't been home yet considering the remote hasn't been thrown through the TV and coffee grounds aren't strewn about the house.  And LeAnn Rimes hasn't been unceremoniously relegated to the front lawn, a sure sign of Ragerding.  I really fucking hope the Twins pull this one off, I like having a working TV and a fridge that isn't somehow broken in eight different pieces with bite marks missing.

The Indefatigable Mos

Some of you may be wondering, "Wow, all the freshmen and... A.I... are now in relationships.  Hmm, that's odd."  Not at all.  Let me remind you:  Big Fuckin' Bob is single.  Now is the best time to lock down some prospect before Big Bob awakens from his stupor and goes on the hunt.  Not surprisingly, Tarry took it upon himself to seek out some dude simply because he "didn't want to feel left out." 

Cadillac and DP are on to something that others may need to consider.  Now that the Mos is out of its cage, there's no telling who its victims will be.  The least you should try to do is deter, making the womenz on campus feel like they have some sort of obligation to not be seduced by the Mos.  I can't imagine how stressed out Schnod and C-Patty must be now that their efforts have been thwarted.  Schnod: better mustache, more rebellious.  C-Patty: Not so damn creepy.  Calm down with the Mike's.  Jesus. 

If you guys are to have any hope... in... wait a second... I just realized....

The Mozz has already struck.  And evidently it doesn't mean anything if you think you "have" a girlfriend.  With roughly six feet and 135 pounds of allure, he makes for a very efficient swooping machine.

Tarry just walked in and started whining about how sore handball made him: "I didn't even know what was going on, my back is so sore right now - all the way to the top from the bottom - and balls were everywhere," or something like that.  "What is that shit and why won't it come off?" - Direct quote just now.

Brief Thought

Why are there so many homeless cats in NoPo?

One more update to come tonight.  It's been an academically busy day for Xmas.  Nine hours of class/week can be tough, Tarry.

Casual Gradual School

-Yes, you're allowed a 3 by 5 card. - Professor Easton
"And that's 3 inches by 5 inches, not 3 feet by 5 feet - I tried that!" - Grad School Class Clown
-... ... No he didn't. - Easton

This champ is in two of my three classes.  He's always the one with lots of business experience (he's like, 45 years old) that has something to say about everything.  Quick with a joke at the expense of interrupting the professor, he sometimes get laughs, mostly  from himself.  Main differences between this clown and an undergraduate clown are very obvious.  He's at least 20 years older, much less optimistic about life (jokes = insecure front), and always wears a suit.  His name is Jeff and he's always fucking swiveling in his chair chewing on a pen.  He's still single, but that's just like the undergrad.

Compare Jeff to that One Kid in Spanish class.  The one that rolls his tongue really well (what.) and jokes around with the teacher in Spanish, likely talking trash about how you pronounce your rr's or some bullshit that Big Bob never took the time to care about.  Now that I think about it, I imagine having class with A.I. is a lot like this.  Except instead of telling jokes, he probably just mocks all the unbelievable retards that answer questions incorrectly.  Ha, morons.

Woeful Detroit

Tonight's preseason matchup between the Pistons and the Heat has drawn much media attention as this is the first time the "Big 3" will be playing together.  Despite being a preseason game, and despite the fact that everyone hates Lebron James now except bandwagoners (Silvey), I'm sure many GC'ers will be tuning in.  With the fantasy draft this Sunday (4:30 PM), Chopkins should be shitting himself crazy right now just trying to figure out what a power forward is.  They don't have basketball in the UK, right?

It's no secret that this nation is trying to seal the deal on Detroit's ultimate crumbling.  Not only are the Lions indefinitely bogged down with the Ford family, but now LeBoshAne are about to go Harlem Globetrotting on the Pistons.  Dammit.  You can never take Datsyuk away from us.

Other news: JgaMayn apparently confused the set agenda over the weekend.  I never said try to go through the window of a bar, trying to get into the dance.  You silly guy, you.