BR cries like Rusty

So while some of us already know that Big Boys don't cry, BR is still green. Well in this photo he's in full Camo Burka but he still couldn't keep from shedding a tear. Maybe all that time rockin it out in the 1st grade with dry pair during the late 80's and early 90's was making him nostalgic.

It's so easy even a .......

Well we had a sighting but strangely enough Bigfoot was elusive as always, While driving too work however we all started to wonder, Does Nils have Geico ???

No You Don't understand.......

Sometimes even in the Morning nobody seems to understand what the hell the Colonel is talking about ! Here Sean seems really excited to hear the morning sermon while being P-Touched on the fly.....

Colonel Who ???? Pass the shoe please !

Ok so some time has passed since I have been blogging and it is hard to write new material just for the sake of posting, but we all know it wouldn't be long until some new life was injected into the weekly Stupidity Olympics that we call work. And boy did it pay off.....No Really....I must admit the departure of the Sean and the addition of Pork Chop was bound to have some material that was Blog worthy but I never thought that the home field advantage would have turned into a lesson worthy of Dr Ruth. The big question of the night for PC seemed to be a simple one: Who the hell is this Colonel Lingus guy and why won't anyone tell me where I know him from. The subtle hint's didn't work and as the Pork Chop train headed into the abyss of history, there seemed to be no end to the comedy. Tres finally pointed out that there was a "box lunch" on the menu and the red cheeks were the sign that our Pork Chop was just about medium rare.