Let's jump right in. Jud is a blonde. Dude talked about the monkeys and then managed to get a piece of wood wedged in his foot and then cut himself with the machete all within about one minute of landing on the island. We have all seen this guy before. There is that guy who walks down the sidewalk wearing the t-shirt that says, "I'm with Stupid," with an arrow pointing to his left. Yeah, Jud is the guy walking to his left. Then we have Jimmy Johnson who starts telling us about his Super Bowl wins, that is exactly why I don't want him on the show. Eve says she can tell a lot about people by watching. Yes, yes she can tell who has hair, who is black and who is missing a leg.
THE MEDALLION OF POWER
Brenda climbs a tree to claim THE MEDALLION OF POWER for her tribe. One question here, I saw two people climbing the tree behind her. I am guessing their feeling was if Brenda falls to her death, they claim the prize, just sayin'. Suffice to say the producers did a great job here. I really like the rules involved in this tool. You get a huge advantage in a challenge, that is if you take the advantage. Right away the younger tribe chooses fire and fish over THE MEDALLION OF POWER, which I thought was the best choice. THE MEDALLION OF POWER was then passed to th elders.
We get to see Shannon from the younger tribe tell us how their tribe shouldn't lose to the elders for any reason. Any reason, even if they bring in another NFL Coach, Jesus, Mary and the frickin' donkey, any reason. Holly and Wendy are seen talking and Wendy tells Holly, "My husband tells me I talk a lot." Her husband was probably doing frickin' cart wheels when she got picked for Survivor so he could have some quality time with the goats for a few weeks. Jane starts a fire with a pair of glasses and some grass and is the hero for a day. Shannon tells Chase that he doesn't want a woman to win, real male bonding there. Kelly decides it is time to show everyone how she can remove her leg. I would have applauded too as I have never seen anybody take their own leg off, unless you count my G-I Joe that I had when I was six. Actually I took his leg off for him after his jeep had a firey crash in the basement up against the water heater. We tried to save his leg but to no avail.
As far as one legged Kelly, you won't get any sympathy from me, if she is good enough she will stay around. It is probably best that I don't tell people about my two glass eyes if I ever make it on the show.
NFL Super Bowl winning coach Jimmy (God I hate this) has a hard night sleeping and tells everyone. Chase is falling for Brenda who then calls him clueless when he walks away. I'll bet she is a lot of fun on a date. Kelly and Alina find a clue for the hidden immunity idol while looking for treemail. Actually Alina was there by herself when Kelly walked up. I'm thinking Alina is a little sneak.
The challenge involved water and puzzle pieces. The younger tribe takes the win partially because the elders don't use THE MADALLION OF POWER to their advantage. Jimmy T. (the other Jimmy who wasn't a coach)is mad and at camp makes this comment at camp, "I'm not going to not be heard." I'm not sure what that means. Then coach Jimmy tells everyone that the weakest should go meaning either him or Wendy. Tribal council was boring and Wendy goes home.
Next week we see someone putting sand in some dress shoes and throwing them in the water. Survivor also introduces two new tools to go along with THE MADALLION OF POWER, that being the Cupcake of Knowledge and the Banana of Retrospect.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
What I did on my summer vacation.
Yes sports fans it has been almost a month since my last blog. Survivor will be returning soon so I thought it was time for some pre-season stretching.
So what have I been doing all summer? First of all, I decided it was time to turn fifty. Some people go back to school, some visit relatives and others fret about retirement. I actually sat down the other day and contemplated all the changes congress is enacting and figured out I could afford to retire on March 4, 2066. Yes folks all my bills will be at a zero balance and with what congress is now proposing I will have paid my fair share to house, feed, clothe educate and insure the 36 none english speaking, no job illegal aliens from Mexico, Afghanistan, Portugal, parts of North Dakota and Cuba that crossed the Ohio River and now occupy my sublet two bedroom condo with a view of the rendering plant. God Bless the USA.
Best advice given to me this summer by a six year old?My youngest nephew Aidan learned how to swim three weeks ago when the swimming instructor told him, "Don't try to breathe underwater anymore." And I thought the Farmer's Almanac had all the answers.
Dumbest thing that a Michigan football coach did this summer?Okay, okay, you all know I am a big Buckeye fan and for the life of me I will never understand why a school with such a great educational background decided to design their football helmet to look like a wing at a school whose mascot is a Wolverine? Um dude, I watch animal planet and Wolverines don't have wings duh? Anyhow, football coach Rich Rodriguez decided in his infinite West Virginia raised wisdom, (Oxymoron huh?) that those football players who don't show enough effort in practice this fall will not be allowed to have the wings applied to their helmets. Um dude part II, usually when a player isn't good enough to play, he just sits on the bench during the game and the fans can figure this out for themselves. BUT NO......you have to parade the ten or twenty players out in front of 110,000 fans so each and every person at the game as well as the millions who be watching on television will know they sucked at practice. Why not cut to the chase and just give them each a sign to hang around their necks that reads, "WE SUCK AT FOOTBALL". I am sure the alumni will love this. Rich Rod, why don't you go over to the toy table and pick up a toy and go sit in the corner and play quietly while the adults talk.
Does your eye sight get worse and things look smaller at 50? Yes, that is why I removed the mirror from the bathroom.
Is sex better at 50? No you should actually have your car parked at the time. Sex at 50 just scares the hell out of the other drivers on the freeway.
So what have I been doing all summer? First of all, I decided it was time to turn fifty. Some people go back to school, some visit relatives and others fret about retirement. I actually sat down the other day and contemplated all the changes congress is enacting and figured out I could afford to retire on March 4, 2066. Yes folks all my bills will be at a zero balance and with what congress is now proposing I will have paid my fair share to house, feed, clothe educate and insure the 36 none english speaking, no job illegal aliens from Mexico, Afghanistan, Portugal, parts of North Dakota and Cuba that crossed the Ohio River and now occupy my sublet two bedroom condo with a view of the rendering plant. God Bless the USA.
Best advice given to me this summer by a six year old?My youngest nephew Aidan learned how to swim three weeks ago when the swimming instructor told him, "Don't try to breathe underwater anymore." And I thought the Farmer's Almanac had all the answers.
Dumbest thing that a Michigan football coach did this summer?Okay, okay, you all know I am a big Buckeye fan and for the life of me I will never understand why a school with such a great educational background decided to design their football helmet to look like a wing at a school whose mascot is a Wolverine? Um dude, I watch animal planet and Wolverines don't have wings duh? Anyhow, football coach Rich Rodriguez decided in his infinite West Virginia raised wisdom, (Oxymoron huh?) that those football players who don't show enough effort in practice this fall will not be allowed to have the wings applied to their helmets. Um dude part II, usually when a player isn't good enough to play, he just sits on the bench during the game and the fans can figure this out for themselves. BUT NO......you have to parade the ten or twenty players out in front of 110,000 fans so each and every person at the game as well as the millions who be watching on television will know they sucked at practice. Why not cut to the chase and just give them each a sign to hang around their necks that reads, "WE SUCK AT FOOTBALL". I am sure the alumni will love this. Rich Rod, why don't you go over to the toy table and pick up a toy and go sit in the corner and play quietly while the adults talk.
Does your eye sight get worse and things look smaller at 50? Yes, that is why I removed the mirror from the bathroom.
Is sex better at 50? No you should actually have your car parked at the time. Sex at 50 just scares the hell out of the other drivers on the freeway.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Mama's don't let your babies grow to be Survivors (or Cowboys)
My sister sent me an email telling me Jimmy Johnson was going to be on Survivor this fall. We will get to that soon enough.
Orginally this weeks off season Survivor Rant column was going to be about cliches that people often use to make a point. I wanted to use this forum to tweak the comments such as the old opera term, "It ain't over til' the fat lady sings" -And modify it to- "It ain't over til' the beer runs out or the cops make you put your pants back on and ask you to please leave the park." Another of my favorites, "It's always darkest just before the dawn" -which of course I would change to "It's always darkest just before you step off the curb and the bus hits you."
Quick Change here................
I do need to digress here for a second before I forget. I just took a post card mailer to the post office today for one of our clients and had to buy some Canadian stamps for three of the pieces that were going to Canada. Where would you think they were going? The clerk took the mailer and looking at the addresses which were properly labeled for Montreal, she asked me to write the word, "Canada," after the address. Being the good customer I am, I fulfilled her wishes and then asked her another question. "I have a seperate post card here addressed to Austin, Texas, should I write, North of Mexico beside the address?" "How about west of Florida?"
Let's think about what just happened here. The same person who just sold me three Canadian stamps actually had me write the word Canada after the address. As God as my witness when I send out my mom's birthday card next month, right after the address I am going to write the words, "My mom's house." I am guessing the post office should know exactly where to send it.
Anyhow back to the main topic, Survivor. Rumor has it that former NFL coach and current broadcaster Jimmy Johnson is on the next Survivor. To coin another over used cliche, "Say it ain't so Joe." I respect that he took the Dallas Cowboys to the Super Bowl Title but now he is pitch man for financial planning and hocking a male enhancement pill. Let's be clear about a few things, I hate the Cowboys, I don't need enhancement pills nor financial advice and most importantly, I don't need to watch a celebrity on the best reality show in the history of television. How about we just start hand picking former stars who are looking for handouts anywhere. Please, please, please someone run over me with a bus. I have rallied against ever putting famous people on Survivor and this one "Takes the cake." (Nice spot for a cliche huh?) What next, the Sham-Wow Guy wearing one of his towels as buff at tribal council? How about Jared from Subway building sandwiches from coconuts, fish and seaweed? No even better, Al Gore showing us how to Go Green and build a really cool shelter that doesn't hurt the environment. Why stop there, get Punky Brewster, that kid who played Malcolm in the Middle and I-Carly and call it Survivor, "Where are they now." To the producers of Survivor, stop it and stop it now. You got what you wanted and have people talking about it but this game is for the average Joe and please keep it that way. I vow to run with scissors, walk under a ladder, shove a sharp stick in my eye and cross the path of a black cat before I watch even one minute of any type of type of future celebrity death match Survivor. Although, if the winner was the only person permitted to return to the United States................Might be a great way to thin the herd. Yeah, that's the ticket. Yes I will say it outloud, I hope Jimmy Johnson gets voted out first and we never see another celebrity on Survivor.
Next week we will discuss how to properly approach a former celebrity at a WalMart.
Andy
Orginally this weeks off season Survivor Rant column was going to be about cliches that people often use to make a point. I wanted to use this forum to tweak the comments such as the old opera term, "It ain't over til' the fat lady sings" -And modify it to- "It ain't over til' the beer runs out or the cops make you put your pants back on and ask you to please leave the park." Another of my favorites, "It's always darkest just before the dawn" -which of course I would change to "It's always darkest just before you step off the curb and the bus hits you."
Quick Change here................
I do need to digress here for a second before I forget. I just took a post card mailer to the post office today for one of our clients and had to buy some Canadian stamps for three of the pieces that were going to Canada. Where would you think they were going? The clerk took the mailer and looking at the addresses which were properly labeled for Montreal, she asked me to write the word, "Canada," after the address. Being the good customer I am, I fulfilled her wishes and then asked her another question. "I have a seperate post card here addressed to Austin, Texas, should I write, North of Mexico beside the address?" "How about west of Florida?"
Let's think about what just happened here. The same person who just sold me three Canadian stamps actually had me write the word Canada after the address. As God as my witness when I send out my mom's birthday card next month, right after the address I am going to write the words, "My mom's house." I am guessing the post office should know exactly where to send it.
Anyhow back to the main topic, Survivor. Rumor has it that former NFL coach and current broadcaster Jimmy Johnson is on the next Survivor. To coin another over used cliche, "Say it ain't so Joe." I respect that he took the Dallas Cowboys to the Super Bowl Title but now he is pitch man for financial planning and hocking a male enhancement pill. Let's be clear about a few things, I hate the Cowboys, I don't need enhancement pills nor financial advice and most importantly, I don't need to watch a celebrity on the best reality show in the history of television. How about we just start hand picking former stars who are looking for handouts anywhere. Please, please, please someone run over me with a bus. I have rallied against ever putting famous people on Survivor and this one "Takes the cake." (Nice spot for a cliche huh?) What next, the Sham-Wow Guy wearing one of his towels as buff at tribal council? How about Jared from Subway building sandwiches from coconuts, fish and seaweed? No even better, Al Gore showing us how to Go Green and build a really cool shelter that doesn't hurt the environment. Why stop there, get Punky Brewster, that kid who played Malcolm in the Middle and I-Carly and call it Survivor, "Where are they now." To the producers of Survivor, stop it and stop it now. You got what you wanted and have people talking about it but this game is for the average Joe and please keep it that way. I vow to run with scissors, walk under a ladder, shove a sharp stick in my eye and cross the path of a black cat before I watch even one minute of any type of type of future celebrity death match Survivor. Although, if the winner was the only person permitted to return to the United States................Might be a great way to thin the herd. Yeah, that's the ticket. Yes I will say it outloud, I hope Jimmy Johnson gets voted out first and we never see another celebrity on Survivor.
Next week we will discuss how to properly approach a former celebrity at a WalMart.
Andy
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Big Brother and me.........................................
So about a week or so I got extremely board at home and decided I would watch the season premier of Big Brother. Actually the biggest reason I tuned is was The Newlywed Game was a repeat, I'd already watched the Godfather four times that weekend and I-Carly was pre-emtped with a Sponge Bob Square Pants marathon. Not that I don't like Sponge Bob, but I just wasn't in the mood.
13 guests arrive at a comfy home and introduce themselves to each other. Surprise, surprise as among them are a gay guy, a cowboy, a hardass, a girl with big boobs, a second girl with bigger boobs, some assorted christian foot soldiers, a doctor who works on people's feet, the professor and Mary Ann, here on Big Foot isle. 15 minutes into this show I thought to myself, "I wonder how Sponge Bob is doing?"
The first challenge involved a huge "Grill Looking," object complete with fake cooking coals and a rather large pretend hotdog. The players were split into two teams and they would have to jump on the pretend hotdog while teammates used a fishing pole type contraption to pull them across. The hotdog was hooked to a zip line and players had to ride across the fake grill while ketchup and mustard were being shot on the hotdog to make it slippery. Now if you aren't confused yet, you soon will be. The last person to cross the grill for the winning won HOH, which means Head of Household. Basically it meant you couldn't be voted out. Okay so logically speaking, why would anybody not want to go last? Oh yeah I forgot, the first person across for the winning team won $ 10,000 with decreasing amounts down to $ 1.00. Stupid. It was so stupid I can't remember who won nor want to.
The next "event" had everyone sitting around the big couch in the living when all of sudden there was a big bang, the lights went out and people starting screaming. OOOOHHHH it was scary indeed, total darkness. The only thing that would have made it more scary was if the lights were to come back on. OMG, the lights came back on and someone had placed a lock on the door to the room containing all their food, wow what intrigue. I was hoping that they would have placed covers on all the cameras and locked them shut. At this point a blank screen would have been more entertaining. Remember a few sentences back when I said the only thing more scary would be if the lights came back on? I was wrong, the only thing more scary was I looked up at the clock at this point and saw there were still 17 more minutes to watch. At that point I blacked out and can't remember what happened.
In review..............
If I were to give this show a 1 - 10 rating with 1 being bad and 10 being great, I would say a minus four and the only reason I give it that high a rating is because the chick with bigger boobs is a chemist, so she says. It came close but still has some work to replace my #1 dumbest show of alltime, that being the Anna Nicole Smith show of a few years back. God rest her former Playboy Playmate soul. It basically revolved around her drug use, keeping her hair blonde and not being able to understand a frickin' word she said.
13 guests arrive at a comfy home and introduce themselves to each other. Surprise, surprise as among them are a gay guy, a cowboy, a hardass, a girl with big boobs, a second girl with bigger boobs, some assorted christian foot soldiers, a doctor who works on people's feet, the professor and Mary Ann, here on Big Foot isle. 15 minutes into this show I thought to myself, "I wonder how Sponge Bob is doing?"
The first challenge involved a huge "Grill Looking," object complete with fake cooking coals and a rather large pretend hotdog. The players were split into two teams and they would have to jump on the pretend hotdog while teammates used a fishing pole type contraption to pull them across. The hotdog was hooked to a zip line and players had to ride across the fake grill while ketchup and mustard were being shot on the hotdog to make it slippery. Now if you aren't confused yet, you soon will be. The last person to cross the grill for the winning won HOH, which means Head of Household. Basically it meant you couldn't be voted out. Okay so logically speaking, why would anybody not want to go last? Oh yeah I forgot, the first person across for the winning team won $ 10,000 with decreasing amounts down to $ 1.00. Stupid. It was so stupid I can't remember who won nor want to.
The next "event" had everyone sitting around the big couch in the living when all of sudden there was a big bang, the lights went out and people starting screaming. OOOOHHHH it was scary indeed, total darkness. The only thing that would have made it more scary was if the lights were to come back on. OMG, the lights came back on and someone had placed a lock on the door to the room containing all their food, wow what intrigue. I was hoping that they would have placed covers on all the cameras and locked them shut. At this point a blank screen would have been more entertaining. Remember a few sentences back when I said the only thing more scary would be if the lights came back on? I was wrong, the only thing more scary was I looked up at the clock at this point and saw there were still 17 more minutes to watch. At that point I blacked out and can't remember what happened.
In review..............
If I were to give this show a 1 - 10 rating with 1 being bad and 10 being great, I would say a minus four and the only reason I give it that high a rating is because the chick with bigger boobs is a chemist, so she says. It came close but still has some work to replace my #1 dumbest show of alltime, that being the Anna Nicole Smith show of a few years back. God rest her former Playboy Playmate soul. It basically revolved around her drug use, keeping her hair blonde and not being able to understand a frickin' word she said.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I am going to write a book...................
A quick review before I move on with this weeks subject. Apparently Farmville has some connections with PETA because I received some very stern commments about my thoughts on farm animals and other assorted items on that very subject. I especially enjoyed the housewife/professional woman from Michigan who thinks I milk chickens and collect cow eggs. Although I admire her courage in writing I would have to say she wouldn't know the difference between a Johne Deere tractor and a Dear John letter if it came postage due.
So I was driving down the street here in Worthington, Ohio on Monday morning with my co-worker Chris. As we were sitting at a stoplight I noticed a bumper sticker on the car in front of me which read, "Knitters are knotty." At this point I mentioned to Chris that we needed to meet the two people in that car for obvious reasons, the first being they must be hell raisers and the second being they might know my mom. I know, I know you are asking yourself, "Why would they know my mom?" Well it stands to reason that people who knit or do thinks like that, usually know one another. Years ago my mom made an afghan for our couch so, as I said it stands to reason they might know one another. I sped up and attempted to pass them and wanted to ask them, "Hey, do you know a lady by the name of Betty from Gibsonburg, Ohio who made an orange, yellowish colored afghan for her green couch back in the 70's?" Unfortunately they turned right at the Library just as I was about to side-swipe an oncoming SUV.
Back to my point. Conversations like this need to be put into a book which I will title, "Conversations in a Car." Oh yeah and the other thing, maybe our little blog group should think about having a get together for all the people we know who knit and do things like that, we can call it "Afghan Fest."
So I was driving down the street here in Worthington, Ohio on Monday morning with my co-worker Chris. As we were sitting at a stoplight I noticed a bumper sticker on the car in front of me which read, "Knitters are knotty." At this point I mentioned to Chris that we needed to meet the two people in that car for obvious reasons, the first being they must be hell raisers and the second being they might know my mom. I know, I know you are asking yourself, "Why would they know my mom?" Well it stands to reason that people who knit or do thinks like that, usually know one another. Years ago my mom made an afghan for our couch so, as I said it stands to reason they might know one another. I sped up and attempted to pass them and wanted to ask them, "Hey, do you know a lady by the name of Betty from Gibsonburg, Ohio who made an orange, yellowish colored afghan for her green couch back in the 70's?" Unfortunately they turned right at the Library just as I was about to side-swipe an oncoming SUV.
Back to my point. Conversations like this need to be put into a book which I will title, "Conversations in a Car." Oh yeah and the other thing, maybe our little blog group should think about having a get together for all the people we know who knit and do things like that, we can call it "Afghan Fest."
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Farmville and Facebook Followup
It has been about 24 hours since I last posted and the emails are flooding in about my Farmville comments.
Curtis Hanson from New York, New York writes:
"Dude take a chill pill about Farmville. This is all in good fun and by the way my corn crop is busting out."
Dear Curtis,
Ah dude, the chill pills you are referring to are the Viagra your doctor prescribed and just a note, I don't need any Viagra. Secondly, that corn crop that is busting out in your pants is from the blue pills. Go farm yourself.
Yours always, Rudy
Wynonna Smithson from Uclid, Alabama
"Um, hey, Farmville is lotsa fun. why you crankin' on it?"
Dear Wynonna,
There is only one Wynonna in the world that I would respond to with respect and she sings country songs with her mom Naomi. So get back with me when you and your mom get back from buying matching tube tops from Wal Mart and learn how to play the banjo.
Regretfully, Willie Nelson's cousin
P.S.
There is no such word as lotsa, I won't even comment on "Crankin'" and make sure you brush your tooth before you call me again.
By the way I am thinking of inventing a game called, "Humanville." You setup a make believe online person and pretend to do real life things like getting a job and making up friends.
Thanks
Curtis Hanson from New York, New York writes:
"Dude take a chill pill about Farmville. This is all in good fun and by the way my corn crop is busting out."
Dear Curtis,
Ah dude, the chill pills you are referring to are the Viagra your doctor prescribed and just a note, I don't need any Viagra. Secondly, that corn crop that is busting out in your pants is from the blue pills. Go farm yourself.
Yours always, Rudy
Wynonna Smithson from Uclid, Alabama
"Um, hey, Farmville is lotsa fun. why you crankin' on it?"
Dear Wynonna,
There is only one Wynonna in the world that I would respond to with respect and she sings country songs with her mom Naomi. So get back with me when you and your mom get back from buying matching tube tops from Wal Mart and learn how to play the banjo.
Regretfully, Willie Nelson's cousin
P.S.
There is no such word as lotsa, I won't even comment on "Crankin'" and make sure you brush your tooth before you call me again.
By the way I am thinking of inventing a game called, "Humanville." You setup a make believe online person and pretend to do real life things like getting a job and making up friends.
Thanks
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Facebook, Etch-a-Sketches and You
Admit it, you are board out of your skull because Survivor is on summer hiatus and you don't have my rants to read each week. The only thing you have to do is empty your cat's poop box, clip your toenails and wonder if Coach and Jerri ever hooked up. Oh yeah and before I forget, if anymore of you frickin' city folk livin', starbucks coffee drinkin', ipod usin' twittering fools who call yourselves my friends ever send me another invitation to either join your facebook page or play "Farmville," as God as my witness I will hunt you down and shove an non-imaginary garden rake up your butt. I'll even come back in three days to see if you have any little garden rakes growing out of other orifices of your body and whether or not they are ready to harvest. And speaking of Farmville, I don't have pretend to plant crap around an imaginary farm, drive a fake tractor and make sure the goat gets milked at 5:00 pm sharp. I grew up on a farm and did it live and in person. So before I get to my Facebook rant and since I don't text message poeple I put down an Etch-A-Sketch message for those of you who continue to invite me into your web world. And for those of you who are stupid, please don't attempt to pick up your computer screen and shake it over your head to erase it, this is permanent.
DOUCHE BAGS
Now to facebook. What middle management, wanna be, friendless, 30 something IT guy who can't get a date invented this? Yes earlier last week in between emptying the cat's poop box (which by the way doesn't belong to me) and clipping my toenails I decided to respond to one invitation to facebook. For the love of God I didn't know a third of the World's population would respond. Seriously though I think I got ten invitations from people who wanted me to "Be their friend." The funny part is the emails were from people who ARE MY FRIENDS with the exception of that one girl who I think I saw in a porno once or my sister Julie who by state law in Ohio has to be my friend. And to top this off I have to hit a button "Confirming that you are my friend." WTF is this? The invitations stop now, you have been warned.
NEXT WEEK
My ideas to CBS about incorporating Lawn Jarts and Hula Hoops into challenges and having somebody other than a trained monkey hiding the hidden immunity idols.
Toodles
DOUCHE BAGS
Now to facebook. What middle management, wanna be, friendless, 30 something IT guy who can't get a date invented this? Yes earlier last week in between emptying the cat's poop box (which by the way doesn't belong to me) and clipping my toenails I decided to respond to one invitation to facebook. For the love of God I didn't know a third of the World's population would respond. Seriously though I think I got ten invitations from people who wanted me to "Be their friend." The funny part is the emails were from people who ARE MY FRIENDS with the exception of that one girl who I think I saw in a porno once or my sister Julie who by state law in Ohio has to be my friend. And to top this off I have to hit a button "Confirming that you are my friend." WTF is this? The invitations stop now, you have been warned.
NEXT WEEK
My ideas to CBS about incorporating Lawn Jarts and Hula Hoops into challenges and having somebody other than a trained monkey hiding the hidden immunity idols.
Toodles
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