The fact that I can look at conference standings or playoff formats and draw up something that looks better and makes more sense in about a minute.
But SWC, that's because it's . . . . you. You can't hate people because they're not you, can you?
When I zap back and forth between different games and they are all running commercials at the same time.
Okay, that's just eerie.
When athletes thank God for allowing them to win, (meaning God likes them better than their opponent). And then you hear that this devout man has 10 different children by 9 different women.
Yeah! Although I think Virginia's coach is one handsome man, after one of his wins he thanked Jesus for making it happen. Now I'm having a real hard time liking Virginia.
Singers who yodel their way through songs and look as if they were having a difficult bowel movement.
Just who are you listening to? And that BM face is supposed to convey heartfeltness. (Not a word, I know.)
The fact that Playboy playmates won't be naked anymore. What is America coming to?
Um, just how do you know this, young man?
Politicians who say idiotic things and still get votes.
God bless America. Oh, except God DOESN'T just bless America. The Supreme Master of the Universe blesses everyone or no one. Now, don't get me started on Virginia again!
The fact that the key labels on my keyboard fade after a few months and I have to paste new labels on them.
SWC, that has never happened to me, and I type a lot and even once wrote a book! Do your fingers secrete acid? I hate that!
Love, Beadle