Green Shirt Thursdays

Sitting here today, I noticed that a friend of mine and I were both wearing green shirts of almost the same shade. (Thank god they have different designs so one of us didn't have to go home and change, because that would have been just down right embarrassing)

The green shirt thing reminded me of way back when I was in elemetary school down in Cedar City. Back then, if you were dumb enough or uncool enough to wear a green shirt on a Thursday, it meant that you were horny. Looking back now, I think...WTF??? I guess when you're in like 3rd grade, being horny at school could be a problem. But now, aren't we all praying everyday is a Thursday and we're all wearing our green shirts?

Have you ever....

Gotten to work and realized that what you are wearing isn't what you thought you put on at 5:00 a.m. this morning?

And the winner takes it all....

I’ve come to believe that life in general and dating in particular is like playing a game of high-stakes poker. Some people hedge their bets and weigh the odds before risking even the smallest part of their holdings, while others are “all in” from the start.

The cards are dealt. We look at the hand we’ve been dealt. Did we get a hand full of aces? Wild cards? A mishmash of unrelated cards? We look around and try to read the faces of everyone at the table. Do they have a “tell”, some sign or signal that the they give off, perhaps tipping you to what they are holding.

Look around the table, who’s smiling as they look at their cards, who isn’t? Bets are placed, who is upping the ante? Who is folding? Who calls? As for me, I don’t think in halves, I tend to be all in, or nothing at all…how about you?

Just wondering....

If your city is trying to reduce smog for the Olympics, does it make sense to launch a barrage of smoke-producing fireworks into an already crap-infested air space? Yeah, I'll admit the fireworks look f'ing sweet, but still...smog, polution...

No wonder the US Olympic cycling team wore masks when they arrived in Bejing...

Well obviously....

"Henry has lived at the Southland Museum's special enclosure for Tuatara since 1970 and had shown no interest in sex until he recently had a cancerous growth removed from his genitals. He is now enjoying the company of three females and might breed again next March, Hazley said." (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26051351/)

Did they seriously think that a cancerous growth on the lizard's junk wouldn't affect his interest in sex? Granted, who doesn't want to be bigger (not counting you elephant-endowed people), but for some reason the word "cancerous growth" associated with the plumbing just doesn't make me feel all amorous and 'in the mood'.

So, thank god they finally decided to take care of old Henry's boys and get him back in the game...go get 'em Henry!!!