Finally, Allmanstuffincluded… has returned… to…the blogging community. Looking around my room trying to visualize the millions and millions, but unfortunately there is only me, a laptop and slew of story lines that has definitely stunk up the place. While I must admit that there some very pressing issues, some which deserve all the attention of a novice blogger of my caliber, I will wait to address those in the coming days. Oh best believe me that they will be addressed in due time. So for now I’ll just address a few things from over the last couple of days that have really perturbed me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know I said issues that stunk up the place, but then these are my issues and in a sense you guys are my therapy so let me be the blogger. I understand that Bevo outweighs Uga by more than 1,560 pounds are so, but dang Uga you took off faster than the Cleveland fans leaving the Cavalieres to follow Lebron James to the Lakers. Now that was fast and to be honest, I don’t blame you guys. Have you watched the Cavs this year? Neither have I so if you get a chance leave a comment and tell me what you think. Back to Uga who I imagine is tucked away safe and sound somewhere in his dog house, far from the horns of Bevo. Let’s put things in perspective, it wasn’t that he ran, the problem is that it seems that Uga’s breakout was a domino effect for some of the UGA’s players his famous moniker represents. Again, I am not blaming Uga, he is an animal and his fight or flight instincts definitely kicked in and he did the right thing. The right is always the best thing, right. Well perhaps UGA’s top Dawg should have taken this into consideration throughout the season as he and his offensive staff allowed perhaps a Deshaun Watson or Dak Prescott type athlete to waste away on the sideline in obscurity. If it wasn’t for the running game, no pun intended, things could have been much less sweet. Lastly and before I get attacked by the many UGA fans…I too wear my Red and Black with pride…GO DAWGS. Which is why this gripe is a real stinker to me and an issue that I will revisit in the near future; that is if I haven’t been revoked my UGA fan privileges.
- Daslending.com scammed me…
I should have known, I should have known. I remember a few years ago one of the U.S. Presidents tried to quote a certain cliché…,”Fool me once shame on…,” well you know he never really got the cliché quoted quite like it was supposed to go, but in the end we got the picture. Eventually. I considered myself too savvy to be scammed but I should have known that it was too good to be true. As a matter of fact I had just talked myself down from buying a few pair of Timberlands from a site that I won’t mention just days prior. But to my better judgement, I decided that it was just too good to be true. Then against that better judgment I went and did it anyway. However, to my defense they were good; I mean really good. They even sent me a receipt. As a result and for the first time in a long time, my faith in online overseas purchasing was restored. Fast forward two days after the receipt and just like you might imagine…too good to be true. Not only did I not get my purchase nor money back as of yet but the company seems as if it has folded. Too good to be true is the resounding sentiment that has stunk up the place, but like in all bad things there is a silver lining. I now know that the term better judgement is that gut feeling that one has when something just don’t seem right. It is the sixth sense that we all have but sometimes ignore. It allows for humans to discern when things are not as they seem. It is mother nature’s way of telling us that perhaps that unorthodox choice which seems so radically changing and outside the box…may not be wise to choose or safe. Not so fast my friends! Sound sense and common sense when combined eliminates the need to quote clichés of someone fooling you in the first place. Speaking of being fooled, does anyone have an update on the state of the WALL. Shame on you if you think I wasn’t going to poke at holes at it. Well maybe for a later day like tomorrow. My sense is telling me to end this blog after just two gripes.