by "Buck"

December 8, 2005

I'm thoroughly pissed off at the fuckers from Outdoor Life.  Well, I shouldn't say them—I've been reading the magazine since…. well, since I could read.  The other night they called to see if I wanted to re-up the subscription for some ridiculously low price.  Wife said, he'll be back Tuesday—call then.  Last night, halfway through dinner I'm called again by a pushy woman on the other end.  I have no idea, since my wife hadn't told me, and she proceeds to say she needs some information to get this going.  I politely tell her I never ordered anything.  She says that somebody at my phone number several nights earlier said she could call tonight and start the process.  My wife now starts to explain.  I'm trying to listen to the wife and the crazy freak on the phone at the same time.  Apparently the woman on the phone doesn't like having my divided attention and proceeds to say…and I quote. 

"You need to get a handle on your fucked-up children."  And hangs up!  The hell?  

I'm sure it's some whacked out, caffeine crazed woman sitting in one of 500 cubicles in a room at some warehouse in Chicago with a high pressure supervisor watching her every move.  She's probably not even sure what Outdoor Life is and hasn't got time with people who need to actually THINK about something before giving her a credit card number.  Hopefully, they'll never call back.

West Virginia has landed itself nicely in the Sugar Bowl against Georgia.  That's great, but people here are more than just a little bit pissed off.  There are only 15,000 tickets allotted to West Virginia—and they're going to the university high rollers club.  Joe Q. Fan is getting the shaft.  What's more, the game is being played this year in Atlanta—thanks to Katrina the normal Superdome venue is a no-go.  This strangely becomes another home-game for Georgia.  Oh well, good season while it lasted. 

IN wrapping up the college football season the Tennessee Volunteers played like epileptic night crawlers this year.  Damn, they sucked.

It sure sucks to be Misti from Lewisville, Texas.  

The deer season is getting pretty whacked around here. 

And here's a warm holiday greeting from my shack to yours. 

...and I'm all out of material so I'll end things here.

Buck Out

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