It must be football season ...

Woke up almost in a panic this morning thanks to a little dream where it was 11:41 p.m. on a Friday, I hadn't even turned on the laptop let alone written a word and the boss was about one heartbeat away from a massive stroke. You'd think after a couple of decades in this business that I shouldn't worry about shit like that any more. My subconscious must be one big stinking pit of despair.

On the bright side, by waking up a couple hours earlier than normal, I had time to get a couple of loads of laundry done. Thanks to the time I've spent on football preseason and the other fall sports getting going, I was about to have to go commando.

 

No. 1 on the list of things I'd rather not know.

 

and no. 2. which would make it total no. 3.

 

And this one is off to a crappy start ...

 

What would a No. 3 be, a wet dream?

 

Shouldn't a No. 3 be a nasty, wet shart? Kind of combines Nos. 1 and 2.

 

Who does No. 2 work for?

 

this thread was off to a decent start, but now it's no. 2. :

 

Najeh Davenport.

 

I know it's football season because the AP score center called last night from Tacoma looking for games that won't be played until next week.

 

Dr. Evil, of course.