I wrote a hit play

account of a friend's encounter with a pretty cool guy:

From: "xx, xxxx"
To:
Subject: Some Irishman...
Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 10:10:45 -0500

So some guy calls up and asks us for a meeting. He had a pretty thick Irish accent so it was difficult to understand him. We eventually figured out that he wanted to discuss sending money to Africa for AIDS relief. The guy also asked if we could arrange to have the new Minority Leader present. Having a can-do attitude and open door policy, we said "sure, why not", and made the necessary arrangements. So we went to Leader Boehner's office for the meeting and in walks this little guy wearing shoes with 3-inch lifts, sun glasses and an earring. He looked kinda familiar, but I just couldn't place him. After he made his pitch, he mentioned that he was in some band. After chatting for a while it turns out that he is somewhat of a Longhorn fan. While he didn't get his hook'em sign quite right (what can you expect from an Irishman?), it's the thought that counts. Regardless, I think the photo serves as absolute proof that all the really cool kids are Longhorn fans at heart. Maybe you'll recognize him.

Have a good week,
xxx

Posted by Stan at 1/25/2007 | Permalink

as part of the final phase of my pre-nola trip. I just swallowed 32 oz. of gumbo to help my stomach adjust to the cajun cuisine shock and awe campaign I'm about to unleash on it. this weekend I loaded up on a week's supply of vodka, bourbon, olives and penicillin. my liver -- and soon my stomach -- is primed and ready.

I don't have to tell you that the prognosis for the quarter is grim. it appears it will be confronted by: flying high fives, nathan's aka the bachelor cop killaz t-shirt and bad idea jeans, lucky dog and hurricane stained dress shirts, and lethal dose of bullshit.

the recent spike in crime in the bayou city is a concern. this is why my pipe hittin' crew has decided to enforce a strict, crime deterrent, dress-code. inspired by the warriors.



another one of the fringe benefits will be the amount of A S S we'll pull. nothing says "come and getting it, ladies" like a leather vest framed bare chest. multiply that by ten (10) and the females will be powerless against our charm.

yeah, I got the shoes wit' the matchin' phat check
yeah, I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck
yeah, take a picture [click, click]
take a picture [click, click]
check me out! yeah, I know what I'm doin'

- lil' stan

Posted by Stan at 1/23/2007 | Permalink

say hello to the newest under armour tactical vendor.

click-clack

Posted by Stan at 1/15/2007 | Permalink

I currently find myself with a knife in one hand and a champagne flute in the other. no. I'm not suicidal. on the contrary, just merely practicing my sabering

cheers...*hic*

Posted by Stan at 1/01/2007 | Permalink