He Was the Best of Guys...
He was the worst of guys...
Who am I speaking of exactly? Well... me of course.
The other day my neighbor called. He's married, lives down the road a bit, slightly younger than I am and has a couple of kids. He said, man, haven't seen you in forever, care if I come over and drink a beer with ya? I said, sure. Then I proceeded to call another friend who we both knew and told him to come down.
The second guy is my best friend from high school who just moved back. He's married with five kids.
So both of them show up and all of a sudden... not ten minutes later a cousin of mine and his boy dropped in.
A few rounds of darts, and a few drinks later, my cousin said the reason he and the boy stopped by was to pick me up on the way to town for a burger and he was hungry. Ok... we all pulled up stakes and headed to the local.
On the way, my neighbor calls the wife and gives her the "Don't wait up for me" speech. He blamed it on me.
After a couple of hours at the local with a few cheeseburgers, a few games of pool, and a couple pitchers we headed back home. My best friend told me he was going to blame it on me if he got home and the wife was cross.
Fortunately, my cousin was housesitting at his folk's place while they're in Hawaii, so he didn't have to blame me... this time.
So I looked over at the gang and said, "There's not a wife in this part of the world that likes me, is there." The response? "Nope. Probably not." And then it hit me...
Now I'm not much of a rounder. Shoot... I hardly leave the house, but I'm a single guy. Unattached, with no one to answer to for things like that. I'm an easy excuse. I don't mind being the fall guy really, but I wonder how many times I've been blamed and never even been there to have the fun! Yup, that's me... the buddy that every guy wants to have, but every wife loves to hate.
I wonder if that's why I never get invited over for dinner anymore... ;P
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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)
Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone.
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own...
And when she died
I shouldve cried and spared myself some pain.
You left me incomplete,
All alone as the memories still remain.
Answer to last lyric: Mad World by Tears for Fears, but better accomplished by Gary Jules. Way to go Cthee!
Who am I speaking of exactly? Well... me of course.
The other day my neighbor called. He's married, lives down the road a bit, slightly younger than I am and has a couple of kids. He said, man, haven't seen you in forever, care if I come over and drink a beer with ya? I said, sure. Then I proceeded to call another friend who we both knew and told him to come down.
The second guy is my best friend from high school who just moved back. He's married with five kids.
So both of them show up and all of a sudden... not ten minutes later a cousin of mine and his boy dropped in.
A few rounds of darts, and a few drinks later, my cousin said the reason he and the boy stopped by was to pick me up on the way to town for a burger and he was hungry. Ok... we all pulled up stakes and headed to the local.
On the way, my neighbor calls the wife and gives her the "Don't wait up for me" speech. He blamed it on me.
After a couple of hours at the local with a few cheeseburgers, a few games of pool, and a couple pitchers we headed back home. My best friend told me he was going to blame it on me if he got home and the wife was cross.
Fortunately, my cousin was housesitting at his folk's place while they're in Hawaii, so he didn't have to blame me... this time.
So I looked over at the gang and said, "There's not a wife in this part of the world that likes me, is there." The response? "Nope. Probably not." And then it hit me...
Now I'm not much of a rounder. Shoot... I hardly leave the house, but I'm a single guy. Unattached, with no one to answer to for things like that. I'm an easy excuse. I don't mind being the fall guy really, but I wonder how many times I've been blamed and never even been there to have the fun! Yup, that's me... the buddy that every guy wants to have, but every wife loves to hate.
I wonder if that's why I never get invited over for dinner anymore... ;P
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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)
Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone.
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own...
And when she died
I shouldve cried and spared myself some pain.
You left me incomplete,
All alone as the memories still remain.
Answer to last lyric: Mad World by Tears for Fears, but better accomplished by Gary Jules. Way to go Cthee!
posted by LL at 5:39 PM
8 Comments:
We all knew you were trouble...
Wha? I'm harmless...
Mostly. ;)
Everyone loves a fall guy.
"Now, Marge, just remember. If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English. Ah, Tibor, how many times have you saved my butt?"
The song is Cemetery Gates.
I'm shocked and appalled at you g_s...
You're a headbanger? Who'da thunk it... Either that or JG is having a good influence on you.
And speaking of missed opportunities, after reading your comment, I should have had my mystery lyric come from the Fall Guy theme song.
I'm slightly alarmed that not only do you think I wouldn't know Pantera, but my word verification is "pusse" I think this thing is rigged.
Just never figured you for a headbanger...
I'm not. I just like a lot of different music.
But when I say I'm not a head banger, I mean when I go to concerts, I sit or stand perfectly still and listen to the music. I might sway slightly, but I don't go "Yay! Whoo!" or anything.
And when I'm watching a game on TV, I might sit on the edge of my seat, but I don't shout at the TV, even if something really good or really bad happens. It's not that I don't get excited, I do. I just don't have it in me.
If you ever hear from my wife . . . for any reason at all . . . I was at the prayer meeting with you.
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