Hooray for the Sunday Jam.
As to be expected, a good crowd showed the day following what was an impressive and entertaining Nosebowl. But I do have one complaint: SAUSAGE FEST! PEE PEE PARTY!
Let's be frank about less frankfurters. Ladies, we need you. I would really like to make sure that I don't feel comfortable making jokes about sodomizing ducks and whipping my dink out (my horrendously overused joke this week).
Yeah, ya heard me. Dink. Pee Pee. Sausage & Frankfurters. I seriously need a good bit of soap stuffed in my cry/piehole. But that's what these posts are gonna be like. It's called "my naked self" for a reason; I'm not holding back.
I told a Nosebowl competitor that she did a good job at the tournament. She looked at me like I was the guy on the cover of Jethro Tull's "Aqualung" album. Look it up (google images). That's what I think she pictured when she looked at me. Seriously.
I told her, female with the straight shoulder-length hair and jeans farmer rolled into capris, that she did a good job because she did. And so did a lot of other ladies. And we need you.
Thank god Chad has foresight. I was so busy with the coaching thing that I didn't invite a single, solitary Nosebowler. Nada. Zip. Pfft. I know many were guys, many were gals. Yesterday, 100% guys. Very talented and deserving guys. Come on down alleeyall Gentlewomen. You deserve a 2 hour free workshop too. Every Sunday.
And for all ladies who used to come and don't anymore (I'm looking at you, Supernin(Jen)do), we miss you, and you're still welcome.
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