This picture's got something for everybody. The sturdy woodwork appeals to Aaron, who was raised by a carpenter. The decadent cake appeals to both our trained and untrained chefs, Matt and Craig. And the shirtless youngster no doubt sends a tingle through Slimmy's dingle.No, stupids, it's not my real birthday. It's my Blogthday! This marks the 100th posting here on A Little Slap And Pickle!!, which for me is really a landmark occasion. When I started this blog, I was nothing more than a man with a dream to usurp power from the Commissionary Position held by Craig. Now I'm the author of THE most relevant blog on all things Westside FFL. It feels good. It feels damn good.
What do the next 100 posts hold here at ALSAP!!, you're undoubtedly asking yourself? Let's take a peek, shall we??
-Well, hopefully some more featurettes from you and your friends. After all, if you write a blog entry, that means I don't have to!! And that's good. For me.
-The next 100 posts are also guaranteed to included more factual errors, and wishy-washy predictions like last night's, in which I foretold of Peyton Manning struggling, and then with the same stroke of the keyboard, said he'd throw four touchdowns!
-I'll also probably continue to harp on the fact that special teams are of no importance for our purposes, highlighted this week by Nate Burleson's 91 yard kickoff return TD that would have put me within an eyelash of beating Rich.
-You'll also get some more rum-soaked venom towards the Eagles, as their season spirals out of control and I start watching more college football to figure out who they should take with the 6th pick in next April's draft.
-You're sure to get weekly playoff pulses, to see who the lead dogs are in the race for the playoff seats, which I've preliminarily titled "Chase For The Cup!" or "Hunt For December!!" or something I came up with all on my own.
-You'll get some more pictures of Uruk Hai, because the last one was pure freaking gold.
-You'll also get the exciting conclusion to the one, the only, Chumley Awards. As we narrow things down towards the end of the season, one man (I'll probably just give it to Randy Moss) will emerge from the pack and claim what's rightfully his.
So anyway, you circus animals, feel free to heap showers of congratulations on me in the comment section. Leave no stone unturned. My rapist wit, my rugged Brad Childress-esque good looks, my noble deeds. These are all things to be praised today. Have at it, fleabags.
