Golf, right?  Yeah I did that a week ago and three days later I gave blood.  Which if you think about it are kind of the same thing.  Well intention older people looking for something to do before they’re encased in honey, stinging pain, anger, rage, malice, sloth, vanity, and after leaving each I felt like I left a little piece of me there.  Can’t ya see the parallelism?  Ya should ya ignorant jerk?  I mean read ever once and awhile and then maybe you’ll get what I’m trying to say.  Jeez, I don’t get paid enough to do this but I guess that’ll end when Obama takes the throne, uh, I mean office.

So I recall you mentioned something about being a weatherman in Oklahoma?  Well sonny Jim I don’t know if you’re ready for that kind of intensity.  You take years of classes about clouds and rainbows and that you should put honey on your leprechaun trap cuz those lucky little suckers eat that crap up like they was Willie Nelson in Jamaica.  And then after all your training and cuddling with professors to make the graduate, you end up at a news station.  There approxamiately 5 minutes before you go on camera those sweaty palmed interns blind fold you, spin you, cover you in the sweet nectary honey, shout incantations, and then push you into a plexiglas tube where weather elements written on scraps of paper swirl all around you.  Then using whatever words stuck to you, you give our great state your forecast because that is the most accurate way to predict weather here.  So jump behind that ‘ole news desk and welcome to hell kid.