Wayne Fontes

HORSESHOES AND HAND GRENADES!! HORSESHOES AND HAND GRENADES!!

I like vanilla.

Buck Owens rules!

I tried coke once in my late twenties. A smarmy consultant offered me a hit at a party after our team closed a big software project for a top three firm. The only effect of a big belt was an anesthetized nose. I was liquored up at the time and a bit curious (as I never partook in any substance save booze in my growth years in the NYC metro during the drug addled 80s). Wasn't impressed and never did it again. Can't see a similar scenario of being piqued in my late 50s either.

Johnny Weir has to be the gayest thing I've ever seen. My wife controlled the remote last night, so I was forced to watch the fruit-bat flutter. I wasn't sure if it was an athletic event or a Depeche Mode show.

Eric Heiden swept every event in Lake Placid, sprints to endurance. Blair had one bronze to go with 5 golds in the 500 and 1000 over three olympiads. The only thing memorable about Ohno is his facial hair. He's so rock and roll. And that's more important than success in a legitimate event.

The amount of marginal sports now included in the winter games is staggering. Short track speed-skating? Why not roller derby in the summer games. Ohno is a pimple on the ass of Eric Heiden and a bunion on Bonnie Blair's hallux.

Gregg Williams is clinically obese. I can't believe I just said that.

Steve Cropper John Cippolina Clarence White John Echols Barry Melton and Sneaky Pete on the pedal Concur on Peter Green - wow. Tom Morello Duane - ck out hey jude by Wicked Pickett

Douche.

Ran smack into Capt. Lou and George the Animal at Madison Square Garden while looking for the aid station (and my ridiculously drunk friend Eamon) around '85. I was rounding the corner in the catacombs of the Garden and came face to face with them in the corridor. I'm 5'11 and went 2 bills in those days, but all I can say is that outside of meeting Larry Playfair at a Sabres softball game when I was 10, Steele was the largest ball of a man I've ever seen. Lou politely pointed the way to the aid station and Steele gracefully moved out of my way.

Make it stop - please.

Morris. you make me sick when you speak.

Daisy Duke has more football cred.

If I remember correctly, Talley's shirt was some sort of scuba/diving insulation shirt that he had custom painted.

I don't get it.

Put a skirt and bolt-ons on Jimmy McNulty and he's hotter than both of them.

I have regularly dated women that are more attractive than her. Its not hard if you live in California, work in a major industry, or travel a bit. Any woman getting airtime on the tube boasting large breasts and bleached hair automatically gets far to much attention by mouth breathers (and you) than necessary. Cheerleaders follow the same pattern. Outside of the obvious talent centers of San Diego, Florida, and anomalously, Philadelphia, any chick in a skirt with fake breasts and bleached hair is deemed super hot. for reference: http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/watchdog/blog/erin-a.jpg She really is mediocre.

Erin Andrews. Big breasts - check. Clorox yellow hair - check Butterface - check. I don't get the infatuation.

I was shocked to find out that Jim Dunaway pulled an OJ: killed his wife, got off, then was found civilly liable. What's up with these 60's era Bills.

I've scraped better sht off the bottom of my shoes.

If Shonte' were Thurman, the Bills would have it made. Unfortunately, being motivated to twitter won't help the team much.

How many inputs does she make available to you? Thats the only way to assess her sincere interest in you. I always employ a simple statistical analysis: 1 orifice or less - passing interest 2 orifices - moderate interest 3 orifices - serious interest 4 or more orifices - emotional hootenanny

Dannie Richmond and Jack Dejohnette.

Touch me I'm sick.