"Today Is The 8th Day Of May In The Year Of Our Lord 2012."

It Is Now Post Time.
We're Off...Way to go McHero, hold the flag up a few more days....Streebs is computer down, computer down...ME!!
OK real quick, because believe it, I am outta here again..Awake tonite, back up the Yunk..R.I.P. Jersey Joe. Yep, back up the old home town tonight..why do they call them Awake, that really is the furthest we will ever be from awake...anyway see below..
BIRTHWEEK. FIRST SURPRISE PARTY OF TEN OR AS PLAIN SAYS AT LEAST TWELVE. HEY GREAT SEEING YA FOR A MINUTE YESTERDAY OH JEDI KNIGHT....I GUESS YOU HAD A GAME AND DIDN'T SEE THE RIDICULE I HAD TO SUFFER..
DERBY DAY: FUCK UNION NAGS....
NORTHWEST VETERANS GOLF TOURNAMENT, AND YOU ALL KNOW I CAN'T BEHAVE, SO IF ANYONE WONDERS WHERE I HAVE BEEN, PLEASE READ ABOVE..
OK, about the ridicule...shhh, after the golf tournament, we had the buffet and gift and 50-50 and chances on all sorts of paraphernalia, well you think after 22 years and 22000 tries I would hit something, well Lo and Behold Floyd calls out a number and everyone says I have it...I look around because one of the girls Danielle that volunteers her time for the event asked me to hold her tickets..I think it may be hers, but now I think she was in on it..well I didn't see her so, I march well more like sauntered, you know yelling that I was always a winner..when I feel my hat being ripped off and Floyd handing me a certificate to go get a fucking haircut..YOU KIDDIN ME..Well that brought a few snickers from the crowd..but as I am walking away he calls out another number and Lo and Behold I got that one too...So I spin around once again yelling I told you all I was always a winner, when he hands me a golf bag, well I had a few vodkas (well maybe more than a few) and don't realize that it may have been used, as there was a little rip in the side and he was wrapping it around my neck from the stage and everybody is yelling speech speech, and I was yelling no fucking way...well I strut back to my spot in the back of the room and little do I know that my empty golf bag is now being filled as I pass each table SMIRKING like Plain..they are throwing empty beer bottles, bad tickets, paper cups and who knows what else in my bag...son-of-a bitch was getting heavy,,I looked at Butchie he was clapping his hands and laughing, he had tears coming down his face...I thought it was for my fuck you speech, but it was for the empty bottle of Vodka somebody threw in my bag...Fun was had by all.
Congrats to the Northwest Vets...Great Job Guys...Wonderful Group Of Great Human Beings...
Proud to be a small part of your organization.....
Hi Plain.. Gotta Go.. Maybe I will see you tonite....