GordonJ
September 25, 2006, 06:32 PM
out the details.
Yep. Granny wasn't anywhere near a BINGO parlor yesterday. She was on the couch, that is, when she wasn't jumping up and down and yelling at the TV.
She was watching her ONE dollar investment grow into $250.00 buckeroos right before her eyes.
And TONIGHT, that 250 smackolas could DOUBLE before Leterman or Leno crack their first joke, if the Saints get lucky.
Can you say HOTSHEET? As I wrote about, it is that time of the year. Grannies everywhere are trying to cash in.
Most of you "guys" know by now. Granny was playing a FOOTBALL SHEET. And she was HOT.
She spews NFL cornerback names around like a drunken sailor swears. She knows what's UP and who's who.
Now about me risking my life. Uh.
I'm going to go and visit "Uncle Guido" at the club (can't tell you which one)...but he's the guy who delivers the HOTSHEETS and picks em up. I'd just like to get some idea of how much money changes hands every week.
So, if you don't hear from me, don't worry....TOO MUCH. But then also, don't count on getting too many DETAILS either. I like my kneecaps just the way they are.
HOTSHEETS. Even when they are "underground", they still get the job done.
And time is running out on The Beginner's Guide to Chatteling :
http://cgi.ebay.com/The-Beginners-Guide-to-Chatteling_W0QQitemZ220031646333QQihZ012QQcategory Z102485QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
Gordon J. (I'll take the risk so YOU don't have too) Alexander
PS. Did you hear about that abused kid in Cleveland who begged the judge NOT to send him back to his mother because she BEATS him constantly: he said, "Judge, please give custody to the Browns, cause they won't beat anybody." HA!
Yep. Granny wasn't anywhere near a BINGO parlor yesterday. She was on the couch, that is, when she wasn't jumping up and down and yelling at the TV.
She was watching her ONE dollar investment grow into $250.00 buckeroos right before her eyes.
And TONIGHT, that 250 smackolas could DOUBLE before Leterman or Leno crack their first joke, if the Saints get lucky.
Can you say HOTSHEET? As I wrote about, it is that time of the year. Grannies everywhere are trying to cash in.
Most of you "guys" know by now. Granny was playing a FOOTBALL SHEET. And she was HOT.
She spews NFL cornerback names around like a drunken sailor swears. She knows what's UP and who's who.
Now about me risking my life. Uh.
I'm going to go and visit "Uncle Guido" at the club (can't tell you which one)...but he's the guy who delivers the HOTSHEETS and picks em up. I'd just like to get some idea of how much money changes hands every week.
So, if you don't hear from me, don't worry....TOO MUCH. But then also, don't count on getting too many DETAILS either. I like my kneecaps just the way they are.
HOTSHEETS. Even when they are "underground", they still get the job done.
And time is running out on The Beginner's Guide to Chatteling :
http://cgi.ebay.com/The-Beginners-Guide-to-Chatteling_W0QQitemZ220031646333QQihZ012QQcategory Z102485QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
Gordon J. (I'll take the risk so YOU don't have too) Alexander
PS. Did you hear about that abused kid in Cleveland who begged the judge NOT to send him back to his mother because she BEATS him constantly: he said, "Judge, please give custody to the Browns, cause they won't beat anybody." HA!
