OH PEYTON, COME ON!!

BEWARE THE BLOOD-SUCKING VAMPIRAS...

It is 6:03 a.m. and 27.2 degrees out. Patrick and Junior are in bed.

Well, Old Mr. Disappointment didn't let us Down . Colt quarterback throws two ints and can't complete a pass when needed, so season is over. Defense sucked. SD wins with no QB and no running back. Geesh!!

More later

Yesterday, our sat reception was all pixilated and DVR kept hanging up. In addition, wireless high speed, which we obtain vs. antenna, was out.

Junior attributed it to the solar storms that started last week, and, Geocachers: they can affect GPS reception.

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I think it had to do with the MOTHER SHIP that HANGS OUT around here. I don't know what the great attraction is--we are in the middle of nowhere, the nearest unrestricted airspace to Ft. Wayne, so we get tank-killers low leveling out here, and WWII warbirds from Huntington out here doing loop the loops and barrel rolls etc. (indeed a P-51 crashed out here a few years ago, up the road), Rick you need a period somewhere.

Anyway I've only seen the MS once, it is immense, and I think it puts out some sort of magnetism or radiation or sumpin, that interferes with our atmosphere around here. Wish they'd show themselves, see how they like a British Enfield .303 armor piercing round or two up their ass...

GO GATORS!