ITCHY BALD TESTICLES
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Second Recipe of the Day
And when you reach the point where the ole' checker at the package store starts getting the bottle ready when he sees your car pull up, you can jest brew your own likker in the privacy of yer own kichen:
1 cup light corn syrup
1 cup sugar
1 pint vodka
2 teaspoons peppermint extract
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
In a small saucepan, combine corn syrup and sugar; bring to a boil, stirring until sugar dissolved. Remove from heat and cool to lukewarm, about 20 minutes. Stir in vodka and extracts. Color if desired. Pour into sterilized bottles leaving 1/2-inch headspace. Tightly cap and store in a cool, dark place.To make Almond Liqueur, substitute 5 teaspoons almond extract for the peppermint extract.
Packaging Suggestions: Pour the liqueur into an attractive clear bottle or a decanter. Decorate the lid with metallic cord, ribbon, bows, bells or a bright tree ornament. For a more festive touch, Peppermint Schnapps can be colored with green food color. Almond Liqueur can be colored with yellow food color with a speck of red to create an amber color. The entire bottle can be slipped into a decorative gift bag or wrapped in a sheet of cellophane brought to the top of the bottle, crushed together, and tied with ribbon. Trim with a candy cane!
1 cup light corn syrup
1 cup sugar
1 pint vodka
2 teaspoons peppermint extract
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
In a small saucepan, combine corn syrup and sugar; bring to a boil, stirring until sugar dissolved. Remove from heat and cool to lukewarm, about 20 minutes. Stir in vodka and extracts. Color if desired. Pour into sterilized bottles leaving 1/2-inch headspace. Tightly cap and store in a cool, dark place.To make Almond Liqueur, substitute 5 teaspoons almond extract for the peppermint extract.
Packaging Suggestions: Pour the liqueur into an attractive clear bottle or a decanter. Decorate the lid with metallic cord, ribbon, bows, bells or a bright tree ornament. For a more festive touch, Peppermint Schnapps can be colored with green food color. Almond Liqueur can be colored with yellow food color with a speck of red to create an amber color. The entire bottle can be slipped into a decorative gift bag or wrapped in a sheet of cellophane brought to the top of the bottle, crushed together, and tied with ribbon. Trim with a candy cane!
Recipe of the Day
Ferget the breadmachine - toss out the crockpot and get down to the important stuff in life! Maybe Martha would like to have a show on making schnapps and invite the dysFUNctional family to help her in the kitchen!
http://www.danish-schnapps-recipes.com/index.html
http://www.danish-schnapps-recipes.com/index.html
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
It's the Simple Things in Life
That Entertain Me
You lee-juns of fans out there may think that I am a high maintenance big-haired Dallasite who is just sullenly stuck in the lab-rinth of East Texus, prancing around in my weddin dress and ordering folks to do my biddin, threatnin em with the fire and brimstone of my oversized spatula, but no. It's really the simple things in life that get me: a peaceful morning praying to St. Mattress, cheap te-keel-ya, chunky dunkin in Fatty Jr's pool, and gettin a new bridge for my upper bicuspids. Watching the devil dog get bee-rated by the fat pussy, hearing stories of fishin camp adventures from My Yo Mama, and trading recipes and hints for how to sneak a snort in the pantry with my perty sis, Cat Crap. Scaring the crud out of Bumpus with my late night she-nanner-gins and painting pictures with no pants on.
And what gives me daily enter-tane-munt as of late is taking a look at the site meter which tracks how visitors find our happy little corner of cybercrap. Here's a list of the best recent searches people have used that called up the family blog as a first-page result, using either msn.com or search.yahoo.com:
TOE KNEE CHEST NUT
This search is done a lot, thanks to those underpaid elementary school music teachers who just want the words to a wee-singer classic. Are you out there, GT Hag?
PICTURES OF DANGERUS DOGS
That was probably some red neck who was wanting an illustration next to their fence sign. Thanks to Yo Mama and her spelling challengs, we were 8th on the list.
WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER
We came it at #1, thanks to the photo Yo Mama provided of the foul gams.
DYSFUNCTIONAL MOTHER
Apparently, it's a popular search. We come in at #3, right after recovery-now.org and Mother Goose and Grimm. Do you think dropping by our site gives em any peace?
GIRLS WITH BIG PUSSES
We are a sadder #24 out of about 177,000 on this search. I know that I just broke my own rule because it's not on the first page, but I thought that maybe saying GIRLS WITH BIG PUSSES GIRLS WITH BIG PUSSES GIRLS WITH BIG PUSSES a few times might move us up on the list.
MAKE A DOG PUKE
We are number two on this results list, and at least three people have entered this search before. Do we have an underground doggie bulemia epidemic in the US?
There were also a couple of searches using the word NEKID which I argue should be spelled NEKKID but we don't show up in the first few pages, so I stopped looking, although I was glad to see the top result read something like this, "Necked Women: Shop eBay for anything and everything". They obviously changed the spelling yet again, which is wrong because that would be said as "neck'd" not NECK-ID.
Just like the Devil Dog with his balls:
It's good to be easily amused.
Yo Mama Finded 'Em ALL BY SELF
Orchids from the wild woods
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
My gran finale post of the day, jes lookin bak thru my pictures of portance and saw thissun. Them orchids looked lot better bak then than they do 2-day so sending an old photo stead of new one. Meybe I kin make a cor-sage to wear nex month when I fly over N.O. and cum ur way.
Yo Mama new U B proud of thissun.
Behind Trash is our New Trayler
One Very Fine OCD Trayler
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Jes don't no many folks got 4 boat traylers in yard and only 2 boats 2 fill 'em up. Only got 2 them boats n the yard, 2 more bigguns in the water out yonder. This B the one we purchased mornin after that last storm when everbody wuz supposed 2 B off the streets but we so dumb we aint a-knowing them facts. Cud be we aint got no battery radio or sumthin 2 lern with.
Suppose this be OCD stuff?
Think I be takin sum them vitamins like that woman in Boulder who wanted to be ADD so she took her husbands pills and proved she be ADD too.
This EZ LOADER trayler NOT 4 sale, it is a keeper. Jes ask Yo Mama's PO and he B telling you those facts R true.
acookin with U in mind
Cuzen YAP-YAP DOIN WHAT HE DUZ BEST
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Meet cuzen Yap Yap, he best cook in those Exuma Islands, find him asitting and asinging and adancing at a lil plase called Little Ship Channel Cay. When U threw aeating his good whatever he dances round with cookies aswimmin in M&M candy. Dont no what his luncheon recipes are, think he aint got none, jes what swims into the nets or washes up ashore. He got it made in the shade, life B simple, needs few, PO dont no where he is, folks cum to visit, pay to eat, then Go Away and leave him in peace and quiet with them birds and the sunset. Iffin U need Yap Yap to cater ur next affair, jest lemme no.
Yo Mama got his phone number handy
Five Swimmin Pigs
Five Swimmin Pigs
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
I B thinkin Yo Mama done forgot 2 send U this lovely. Them babies thout I wuz their mama 'n iffin I keep addin them carbs I B lookin more like 'em ever day.
Aint Yo Mama cute in thisson?
Skered 2 Re-veal his I-den-tity
Bionic Man 2 Remain Un-named
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Yo Mama 4-got 2 sent ya this lil ditty. It B the Bionic Man who did this ever morn while I was a-washing the Kaptains breakfast dishes. This buddy is a-taking his testosterone mucho serious. Wudn't U be skered to run n-2 him any place if he wuz mad 'n a-runnin off at the mouth. I B thinkin mite outta send him sum special vitamins, take 1 ever day whether he b-needing 2 or not, else adios. His wife wood preciate the gesture I B sure.
Yo Mama wunder how many she ought send him.
Lucy IS A BROWN DOG
Lucy IS A BROWN DOG
Originally uploaded by Annie Kaint Work No Mo.
Cuzen Emily get the award 4 the day! Miss Lucy has her Christmas list redy n cast n-e-body but Yo Mama is startin that annual chore. She B wantin a Sugar Glider all her own, jes look at Miss Emily's website n U be di-rected 2 a place 2 buy what U wanna give Lucy 4 Christmas: Sum choices B biting repellant, harness/leash, odor eliminator, teepee, nail trimmer, pouches 'n what Lucy relly want is a buddy bag to put that buddy in so she can hang it round her neck. When U mak ur choice let Yo Mama no as she be keeping the gift register list here on her puter.
Call or email Yo Mama with ur choices.
Nothin 2 good 4 Lucy.
P.S. Wunder if thet odor eliminator B n-e good 4 cat-craps gas problem.
A Free Vacation Could Be Yours!!
Today I started my LAST semester of classes (unless I decide to go back to bartending school which is always a possibility since i DID finish first in my class the first time). I thought all my dysFUNctional friends would like to know that one of my classes is on PENOLGY. Now, I DIDN'T say PENIS-OLOGY - this is an entirely different subject..... No, this class is a study of the Prison system. I be thinkin that if I find out that our local cement block facility be servin three squares a day, free cable tv, nap time and arts and crafts classes, I might just be headin over to the local convenience store where I could be wavin around some threatin object (perhaps my cat's dirty litter box) and then I would qualify for a FREE vacation. Now, I just be wonderin - if I find out that heaven is just a crime away, would any of my dysFUNctional friends like to be joinin me on a little haitus from everyday life? It would be great if we could all just go up the river together and share a suite and then we wouldn't have to be a worryin about Thelma snuggling up to us while we be watchin Big Brother on our personal 42" widescreen plasma tvs.
Let me be knowin what you be thinkin about this idea. If we just wait a few weeks, then the Kapitan will be so happy that he won't even notice that Yo Mama is not in attendance as his personal slave.
Let me be knowin what you be thinkin about this idea. If we just wait a few weeks, then the Kapitan will be so happy that he won't even notice that Yo Mama is not in attendance as his personal slave.
Monday, August 29, 2005
The Fountain of Youth (or at least a sure-fire to ferget you are getting older by the minute)
Hells bells, I have discovered the fountain of youth - Peppermint Schnapps! It is the perfect drink. It only costs $11.25 for a big ole' bottle. You stick it in your freezer, back behind all those brussel sprouts and endame beans, 'cause NOBODY will be movin those items. Then when your house is full of puking preteens, bitchy teens, and gee-tar playing old men, you just sneak into the ole' freezer and pour yerself just a little snort. It looks like water and it freshens ure breath, all at the same time! Golly, for all I know it also whitens my teeth and keeps me regular! Ferget all that Crystal light fuzzy peach stuff, this is the REAL MCCOY!!! And the best part is you only need a little sip so you don't end up all bloated with a headache the next morning.
See'in how the Kocureks called and invited themselves to come spend the night this weekend, you can be shore that I'll be a makin a run to the neighborhood package store in my anonymous econo-box car tomorow. I might even expand my horizons and try some new flavers. Why, if I'm not wrong, my shoulder is even showin some improvement thanks to this newly discovered magic water. Try some today and be shore to let me know if you don't feel yunger yurself!!
See'in how the Kocureks called and invited themselves to come spend the night this weekend, you can be shore that I'll be a makin a run to the neighborhood package store in my anonymous econo-box car tomorow. I might even expand my horizons and try some new flavers. Why, if I'm not wrong, my shoulder is even showin some improvement thanks to this newly discovered magic water. Try some today and be shore to let me know if you don't feel yunger yurself!!
It's a Damn-Skippy-Fine Day
When I Reach My Quota by 8:05 AM
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/northamptonshire/4194098.stm
We'll be signing Rufus up for this esc-ooooooooooo-ela.
PUKE - Part 2
Tonight as I be putting on the clean dust ruffle, mattress pad, sheets and comforter after my late night carpet cleaning session, I made the offhand remark that "Well, looks like the carpet may still have a slight pink stain to it - aren't we glad that we didn't let it sit for a few days so it could dry up", to which I received the reply (with a straight face) "Well, I think that letting it dry and then vacuuming it up would have worked very well". This from the same man who attempted to give the still sick child grape soda with his dinner since we were out of Sprite. When I pointed out that grape soda stains might coordinate nicely with the tomato/strawberry stains a light did go on inside that great cavern between his ears. I then got in the car and went and got Sprite.
Gig 'Em Again
Gig 'Em Again
GO KAPTAIN - YOU SHOW 'EM!
My PO is a-rising up 2 th occasion, he gonna show
'em who be the boss of the world. He had me on this
computer for over an hour a-trying to find somethin
out that he thinks he need 2 B a-no-N and when I failed
the test (one more time) he B decidin to call this fancy
phone number 1-800-REMOTE. But, U gotta relize,
he don't need remote information, he B needin some
info bout a Sony satellite receiver. So the nize man at
the REMOTE place give him a new very fine, sure 2
pleaze number and he called it and those folks wanted
14.95 to even take his call. So he hanged up mad. Then
he come 'n tell me he gonna call 'em back and give 'em
a fake credit card no. and when they go to try to get
their ill-gotten pay they be screwed. My PO may soon
have a PO of his own. Think So? GO KAPTAIN!
Hadn't dun it yet, now he on the phone 1 more time
with sumbody else and he is a-yelling and a-yellin sum
kinda numbers at um. I just be glad he B in the other
room, meybe his nu medicin stuff tomorrow be a good
thing. Pray 4 ur mama. Life ain't never dull at this
here trayler park.
Yo Mama B waitin 4 ur prayers, big time.
'em who be the boss of the world. He had me on this
computer for over an hour a-trying to find somethin
out that he thinks he need 2 B a-no-N and when I failed
the test (one more time) he B decidin to call this fancy
phone number 1-800-REMOTE. But, U gotta relize,
he don't need remote information, he B needin some
info bout a Sony satellite receiver. So the nize man at
the REMOTE place give him a new very fine, sure 2
pleaze number and he called it and those folks wanted
14.95 to even take his call. So he hanged up mad. Then
he come 'n tell me he gonna call 'em back and give 'em
a fake credit card no. and when they go to try to get
their ill-gotten pay they be screwed. My PO may soon
have a PO of his own. Think So? GO KAPTAIN!
Hadn't dun it yet, now he on the phone 1 more time
with sumbody else and he is a-yelling and a-yellin sum
kinda numbers at um. I just be glad he B in the other
room, meybe his nu medicin stuff tomorrow be a good
thing. Pray 4 ur mama. Life ain't never dull at this
here trayler park.
Yo Mama B waitin 4 ur prayers, big time.
Holy Cow - Its Chunky Monkey Monday
What a way to start the week - being waken at 4:00 am with the news that "Mom - I threw up" and then discovering that the vomitus expecterius was ALL over the carpet, the dust ruffle, the bedspread, the sheets (all of them) and the mattress pad and that the substance in question was a bright red as a result of the healthy meal I had served up last pm which included vast quantites of grape tomatoes and strawberries (not to mention the baked potato with lots of cheese on it). As I was straddling the puddles of puke in an attempt to pick out the largest chunks so that I could then use my wet/dry vac on the remaining flood, the highly intellingent and eldest testosterone clad member of my family suggested that I just "let it dry for a couple of days and then just vacuum it up".
Gig 'Em
Gig 'Em
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Dear Bumpus,
You may wonder...
...what I do when you go away for work-related trips. Do I look at dirty pictures on the internet? Am I using the electric shaving cream warmer to do things that would get me kicked out of the Order of Bah'ai? Do I write Yanni songs? And what exactly AM I doing with the royalties?
Well, I thought that, on this three-day trip to the armpit of the state, you might like to get a secret glimpse of what's going on.
It's 11:05 PM, and I am just finished cleaning out the lint collector on the dryer because it was FULL of lovely clean bits of kleenex and paper towel and it was stopping the dryer from funct-shunin properly.
I am wearing your old bathrobe and yard work boots (yee ha they reek! I think there's some processed devil dog in the treads).
I have SET LOOSE THE ROOMBA. The fat pussy is chasing it around the house while the skinny pussy watches from on top of the couch.
I am wearing bows in my hair as a tribute to Wa-Wa...aka, Fatty Jr...she knows who she is because she just got O-L-D-E-R, like me, and she has helped me put bows in my hair since I was a young, impressionable 18 year old. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY! WE HAD ASPARAGUS!) You can't take offense Cat Crap, because YOU DON'T HAVE AS MUCH GREY HAIR AS I DO.
I have on my headphones so as not to wake the neighbors, and I am playing air guitar to Van Halen. My head-banging, however, is limited because I learned once, the hard way, what unbridled bodily expression to the Bee-Gees can do to your neck muscles. And that was when I was 20...I'm sure I could land myself in the hospital now.
I am wondering who I am going to blame the smell on, since the dog is asleep, the buttbox is clean, and the boys have long since figured out that barking spiders do not actually live in our house.
Of course, I am checking online every 10 minutes to see if anything has happened to those BB6 freaks, and I am sure that my constant refreshing of the message board is somehow annoying those even freakier people who can actually pay to watch and then take time to record what is happening on the live feeds.
I am a mid-night multi-tasker, doing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, and folding laundry. I am a domestic goddess risen from the snotty ashes of a summer head cold. And all that on only a double-dose of that stuffedhead-hairybacked-splaytoed-take-uh-big-swaller-so-you-can-breathe-medicine.
Notice how the camera flash provided a lovely spot light for the second chorus?
Recorded for pos-tear-tee's sake.
Well, I thought that, on this three-day trip to the armpit of the state, you might like to get a secret glimpse of what's going on.
It's 11:05 PM, and I am just finished cleaning out the lint collector on the dryer because it was FULL of lovely clean bits of kleenex and paper towel and it was stopping the dryer from funct-shunin properly.
I am wearing your old bathrobe and yard work boots (yee ha they reek! I think there's some processed devil dog in the treads).
I have SET LOOSE THE ROOMBA. The fat pussy is chasing it around the house while the skinny pussy watches from on top of the couch.
I am wearing bows in my hair as a tribute to Wa-Wa...aka, Fatty Jr...she knows who she is because she just got O-L-D-E-R, like me, and she has helped me put bows in my hair since I was a young, impressionable 18 year old. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY! WE HAD ASPARAGUS!) You can't take offense Cat Crap, because YOU DON'T HAVE AS MUCH GREY HAIR AS I DO.
I have on my headphones so as not to wake the neighbors, and I am playing air guitar to Van Halen. My head-banging, however, is limited because I learned once, the hard way, what unbridled bodily expression to the Bee-Gees can do to your neck muscles. And that was when I was 20...I'm sure I could land myself in the hospital now.
I am wondering who I am going to blame the smell on, since the dog is asleep, the buttbox is clean, and the boys have long since figured out that barking spiders do not actually live in our house.
Of course, I am checking online every 10 minutes to see if anything has happened to those BB6 freaks, and I am sure that my constant refreshing of the message board is somehow annoying those even freakier people who can actually pay to watch and then take time to record what is happening on the live feeds.
I am a mid-night multi-tasker, doing dishes, cleaning bathrooms, and folding laundry. I am a domestic goddess risen from the snotty ashes of a summer head cold. And all that on only a double-dose of that stuffedhead-hairybacked-splaytoed-take-uh-big-swaller-so-you-can-breathe-medicine.
Notice how the camera flash provided a lovely spot light for the second chorus?
Recorded for pos-tear-tee's sake.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
It's Thanksgiving in August!
Since my karma is always swirling around me on an ass-finding mission, wearing gigantic vampire teeth, I figured I better follow up my last two vent-ee-lay-shun posts with something a little kinder and gentler...a list of things I'm thankful for.
Now, I know that it's only August, but Opry done taught me to be gracious and appreciate what I have, even if I cannot afford to buy $600 sheets, $900 shoes, and $300 pajamas.
So to balance my karma just a bit, I'd like to say that I am thankful for...
I'm also thankful for Cat Crap and Yo Mama, for making me laugh so much and for inspiring me to loosen up a little bit and let go of those Camelite morals that I have kept me so quiet, shy, and living in a dark, dark closet, unable to have fun for all these long long years.
Now, I know that it's only August, but Opry done taught me to be gracious and appreciate what I have, even if I cannot afford to buy $600 sheets, $900 shoes, and $300 pajamas.
So to balance my karma just a bit, I'd like to say that I am thankful for...
- Plastic tuh-keel-ya bottles.
Cause sometimes things get a little rowdy. - Extra-large sized spatulas.
Cause the weenie-ass size don't have the same range of applicay-shun. - Dominoes.
The game, not the pizza, cause whipping someone's butt at 42 keeps your mind off how many adult beverages you've been consuming. - Sinus medicine.
Cause it stops the drip and helps you wake up bright and refreshed on Sunday morning. - Bumpus.
Cause he's a good man.
I'm also thankful for Cat Crap and Yo Mama, for making me laugh so much and for inspiring me to loosen up a little bit and let go of those Camelite morals that I have kept me so quiet, shy, and living in a dark, dark closet, unable to have fun for all these long long years.
GET a GRIP PEOPLE!
With a new school year comes a struggle that we face every August: dumbass hicks who cannot follow instructions.
While only about 85 people live in our town, at 3 PM, when the elermentally school is getting out, from out of somewhere literally 150 cars line up to pick up their precious little snot-nosed, disease-ridden, skid-mark infested, holy terrors straight out of hell angels from la escooooooooooo-ela.
And every year at "Meet the Person Who Will Make You Do Science Projects at 11:45 PM Each Sunday Night Until You've Been Punished into Slack Jawed Submission" Open House Night, we get a fresh set of loverly typed out instructions on how to line up for pick up, including direct--though usually not followed up on--threats that the PO-LICE WILL COME AFTER YOUR HAIRY HICK ASS IF YOU DON'T FOLLER THEM THAR DIE-RECT-SHUNS!
And every year we start off with at least 50% of the iggits lining up on the wrong streets, cutting in line, blocking intersections, chewing ta-backer and spittin' it inna sty-roe-form cup (that's be cardboard to yer PO, Mama), and generally getting all uppity because "BY GOD MY PEOPLE ARE FROM THIS TOWN WAY BACK AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I'M COCK-EYED AND BUCK-TOOTHED CAUSE WE DON'T NEVER 'SOCIATE WITH OTHER PEOPLE AT ANY OTHER PLACE THAN THE YEARLY TOWN FISH FRY AND DON'T YOU OUTTATOWNERS COME IN HERE AND TRY TO TELL ME HOW TO PARK MY DOOLEY WHILE I'M aWAITIN' FER MAH BOY!"
So one of my friends...yeah, I gotta couple... suggested that I start selling signs that we could wave at the iggits who can't foller inst-rukt-shuns. Rufus and I want to give this one a try. We wrote "Go Lions" on it as a friendly gesture in support of the football team, because we in Tex-us know how important that is.
We'll let you know how this works, in case you want to use a similar hick-herdin' tactic in your town.
While only about 85 people live in our town, at 3 PM, when the elermentally school is getting out, from out of somewhere literally 150 cars line up to pick up their precious little snot-nosed, disease-ridden, skid-mark infested, holy terrors straight out of hell angels from la escooooooooooo-ela.
And every year at "Meet the Person Who Will Make You Do Science Projects at 11:45 PM Each Sunday Night Until You've Been Punished into Slack Jawed Submission" Open House Night, we get a fresh set of loverly typed out instructions on how to line up for pick up, including direct--though usually not followed up on--threats that the PO-LICE WILL COME AFTER YOUR HAIRY HICK ASS IF YOU DON'T FOLLER THEM THAR DIE-RECT-SHUNS!
And every year we start off with at least 50% of the iggits lining up on the wrong streets, cutting in line, blocking intersections, chewing ta-backer and spittin' it inna sty-roe-form cup (that's be cardboard to yer PO, Mama), and generally getting all uppity because "BY GOD MY PEOPLE ARE FROM THIS TOWN WAY BACK AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I'M COCK-EYED AND BUCK-TOOTHED CAUSE WE DON'T NEVER 'SOCIATE WITH OTHER PEOPLE AT ANY OTHER PLACE THAN THE YEARLY TOWN FISH FRY AND DON'T YOU OUTTATOWNERS COME IN HERE AND TRY TO TELL ME HOW TO PARK MY DOOLEY WHILE I'M aWAITIN' FER MAH BOY!"
So one of my friends...yeah, I gotta couple... suggested that I start selling signs that we could wave at the iggits who can't foller inst-rukt-shuns. Rufus and I want to give this one a try. We wrote "Go Lions" on it as a friendly gesture in support of the football team, because we in Tex-us know how important that is.
We'll let you know how this works, in case you want to use a similar hick-herdin' tactic in your town.
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