Yesterday while I was at the bar watching American football, my friends with smart phones (mine is dumb) knew the very moment when Terry Bradshaw said that the black Miami running back, Reggie Bush, looked like he was chasing a bucket of chicken. Terry claims that it was a running joke about his white co-host Jimmy Johnson who loves fried chicken. The problem is, nobody knows that inside joke, so Terry comes off like a hillbilly racist.
Terry is an idiot. He isn't funny and he has no tact. How can you not know that when you make a fried chicken reference about a black guy, you're going to piss people off? The good news is that his idiocy gave us a lot of laughs at the bar. And I was laughing through all 3 waitresses that I went through. Yes. I closed out 3 tabs - that's how much football and beer I consumed. Don't think I had any fried chicken, but maybe I did. Long day.
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Monday, November 05, 2012
Sunday, August 07, 2011
So, I was taking a picture of some girls last night who were friends of friends . . .
. . . and one told me to hold the camera up high and point it downward, and because I was like 10 Corona's deep, I blurted out, "Oh, you mean to minimize the double chins. Gotcha." The first pic I took had 5 pissed off faces and one giving me the bird.
Then I had to split a cab with them downtown.
This uncomfortable foot-in-the-mouth moment has been brought to you by Summer's Eve.
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