By joining this blog, my posting can continue to define the word "sporadic," I can completely neglect all other blogs, and I can continue to spend nearly every waking hour engrossed with the Police Academy all while regaining a large following of readers that I haven't earned. Have I found a loophole in the Universe? Am I about to open Pandora's Box?It's not a question of whether or not I belong here. Clearly, I don't.
I'm kind of like the untalented son of a T-ball coach, who'd be lucky to make "team towel-boy" but instead managed to be the shortstop. Instead of capitalizing on my lineage and family's blind nepotism, I get to spend all my time watching Scooby-doo and eating paste.
This is a perfect situation. All I have to do is show up for a few home games and I'm guaranteed a trophy at the end of the season, league rules.
Take That America!
23 comments:
Stop it--if I laugh any harder, I'll choke on my gum!
ah - the comic relief has arrived.
Glad to see you here Barney, errrrr....PeckAnArmadillo.
It is good to laugh!
~PW
Now that, was an ASMCOMN...
(Almost Shot My Coffee Out My Nose, pronounced "azzmcommon!")
Pecadillo, don't change a thing, KEEP your posts just like that one.
We call it "gravy training" around here, but it appears you more or less have gotten the idea Pec. :o)
Brad
Dude,
I like your academy photo. I can see why pyro would want to keep you around. By the way I think your here more as the rent a cop, I mean security guard for the blog. As far as your posts go I wanna hear stories from the casa de pec and your sidekicks muffin and c-train.
Signed,
Your humble mexican/pole
I'm sorry did say muffin......I meant Jaguar.
Once again.....
Signed,
Your humble mexican/pole
You know this might be the best Pyro post ever.
What kind of paste are you thinking of eating?
Pecadillo, I was a big fan of your own blog. I'll defintely look forward to your appearances here. :)
Again, I would like to point out that it's not a monkey problem, it's an organ-grinder problem.
We miss you, Pec. I almost want you to [candid details of secret mission censored by NSA] so that the blogosphere will never be safe again.
Ah, but the untalented son of the T-ball coach always rises to greater things than dad ever did, right?
Now you have to tell the tee-ball coach to stop living through his son.
But, seriously, Pec, what do you think about Schmeradactyls?
Is this a parable?
So... does the "Police Academy" in this parable stand for "organ-grinder"? I'm confused....
(I may, inadvertantly, squeeze this particular fruit dry if someone doesn't restrain me)
that picture is absolutely awesome and disqusting all at the same time!
"I'm kind of like the untalented son of a T-ball coach, who'd be lucky to make "team towel-boy" but instead managed to be the shortstop."
That's a pretty good description. Actually, knowing you, I think of you like Radio in the movie of the same name. You get to follow the important people around, pretend to be important yourself, and everyone loves you but isn't sure exactly why.
Where'd u get that photo of centuri0n?
Now Micah ... don't make me use the administrative trout upon you.
That made more sense than Turk's post.
You too, dog boy, uh, dog pastor.
And that picture still makes me cry. Pec will do anything for a laugh, I swear.
Pec, you're the only mandatory read around here. The rest of these guys play it safe. They hit for average, quoting 300-year-old preachers, but they're not going to drive in a lot of runs. You're batting clean up, kid. You're the star of this team.
Less get this paudy stauded, yo.
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