Sikorskys From Hell

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That repost about Grape Nuts® a few weeks back was fun to revisit, wasn't it? I still eat that gravel and I love it! Woo!
I meant to mention it earlier, but my love of Grape Nuts® and my ravenous devouring of them has box after box being brought home from market. I eat it so fast I hardly have time to chew it, but a few boxes back there was a contest to win a golf lesson from golf pro and general good guy Paul Azinger. Hell, I thought, I hate golf, but I bet that Paul Azinger is a swell guy to hang out with. So I entered the contest. The geeks at Post cereal called me last Thursday, told me I won and two days later I was at a golf course in Tustin, CA, sipping bloodys, waiting for Paul Azinger: Husband, Father, Champion, Leader.

When his chopper landed I yelled, "Nice to meet you; I hate golf," over the din of the rotor noise. "What?" he yelled. I said, "I fucking hate golf! Can we get drunk and fly around in that chopper instead?" He said hell yeah. We did. It ruled.

Tonight - HOMESTEAD.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!