I was at a Christmas party last night and it somehow came up that I’ve ridden a bull before. Twice. I haven’t thought about it in years. It was back in college at the vet school fraternity’s annual rodeo. I was heavily inebriated in both instances. I thought I’d put a picture on the blog so I don’t have to tell the story over and over again.
You’re not going to believe this. This dish towel has the power to magically transform your nice, white bathroom towels into cheap, greenish-yellow shop towels. It’s like magic!
If there are any alchemists out there, I can personally attest to this cloth’s transmutative powers. If you toss it in the wash with a bar of *lead, you might open it later and find a bar of gold. I’ll sell it to the highest bidder.
Look at what just popped up in my inbox:
Well, it only took me seven years to get off the waiting list, the last three of which have been spent in SC. As much as I’d love to go to the home games, there’s no way I can do a nine hour drive every other weekend. They’re probably obstructed view anyway.
