It feels like a YouTube kind of Saturday, doesn't it? The afternoon sunshine has a shallower angle, there's a chill in the air, the ear craves the crash of helmet on shoulder pad, and you just want to relax in front of a TV showing a college football game. Also, I'm still hungover from the bachelor party I attended last night. Why are all my friends getting married and remarried? Perhaps, it's because they keep falling in love with exotic dancers at bachelor parties – it's a vicious cycle. Anyway, here's some giraffes fighting:
If I was dating a zoologist, she could tell me how to differentiate between these majestic animals so I could gamble on this sport. As it stands, I've been engaged to a stripper for 12 hours. Before you accuse me of being a lecherous pig, please consider I'm enamored more with her choice in cordless drills than her body. You've got to love a woman that chooses Sears Craftsman. -KD
Thanks to Vegas Watch for the tip.