The fact is, I don't really have a barbed wire tattoo. I was stuck for something to blog about. I thought to myself, "What makes today different from most days?" I noticed I was wearing a short sleeve shirt for the first time since last fall. The post just sort of grew organically from there.I'm really a big ol' pussycat - non-threatening in every possible way.
Except when it comes to playing Euchre. I go for the fucking throat and don't take prisoners, so look the fuck out. I'm serious, asswipe...
12 comments:
Bitchin.
I'm so glad you don't have that sissy Pamela Andersen tattoo.
What, no tat?
I totally believed you. I feel so used.
Extreme Euchre... I like the concept. We play tackle Yahtzee at my house. Usually broken bones, most games.
So now you can go out and get a tat of Garfield playing Euchre!
strip euchre? THAT would be kick-ass...
Euchre. Wow.
I've had to teach three people in Denver how to play euchre, just so I can get my fix.
Awwwwwww, sweet kitty.
PS I don't know what Euchre is. . .
Dude, where are your ears?
I'm with Megan. Does this game require any thinking? If so, I'm out.
I have no clue what Euchre is. Is this like some sort of snipe hunt? Do I have to carry a shovel and dig my own grave as you laugh when I lose?
I'm with you. The point of Euchre is to crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.
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