I have a secret...a deep, dark, dirty little secret that's been festering (isn't that an awful word!?! Almost as bad as 'panties' eww...gross), and growing for the last 6 years. Allow me to explain. Six glorious years ago I met Nick, my cute little Kleenex monster of a husband, and as most of our reader's know, he's a sports fan. Okay, let's be honest...he's a sports nut job and his number one team is the University of Michigan football team. Well way back when we first started dating it was a really big deal for him to invite a girl to one of these revered football games so I knew we were on like donkey kong when he invited me to the Michigan vs. Iowa game. Now, not only did he invite me to sit on the 45 yard line in the 58th row, (amazing seats!!), he ushered me down to the field after placing a laminated golden ticket around my neck that had a big fat "A", that's right, for All-Access baby! I remember him opening the gate as I slowly walked down the 5 steps from the stadium seating to the field and I was suddenly surrounded by giant aliens in yellow spandex, pads, and winged helmets. I'm 5'7 in my highest heels so being the shortest thing out on the field naturally my eyes were immediately drawn to the bubblicious booties all around me! I was seeing yellow lumps and humps everywhere I turned and I wanted to get my hands on it, yes you read that right, I was overcome with desire to smack them all! I watched the players dole out their teammate love taps and I wanted a piece of the action bad! Just to give an 'atta boy', you know, a regular 'good game' pat, that's all I wanted. Surely they'd welcome it from a girl fan right? Well I wasn't sure how that would go over at my first game so I put it on the back burner for that season and every year since I've fought the urge to breeze my hand across those tight yellow buns, but this year it's all gonna change. I've already given the Miami of Ohio team mascot, a Redhawk, an 'atta boy' while down on the field so I think it's just a matter of time till I finally feel those scrumptious love muffins in my hands, and if I'm really lucky, I'll get my hands on the behind of Sam McGuffie, said like Sam McGruffie (as in the 'don't do drugs' McGruff!) I'll keep you posted!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Atta boy!!!
I have a secret...a deep, dark, dirty little secret that's been festering (isn't that an awful word!?! Almost as bad as 'panties' eww...gross), and growing for the last 6 years. Allow me to explain. Six glorious years ago I met Nick, my cute little Kleenex monster of a husband, and as most of our reader's know, he's a sports fan. Okay, let's be honest...he's a sports nut job and his number one team is the University of Michigan football team. Well way back when we first started dating it was a really big deal for him to invite a girl to one of these revered football games so I knew we were on like donkey kong when he invited me to the Michigan vs. Iowa game. Now, not only did he invite me to sit on the 45 yard line in the 58th row, (amazing seats!!), he ushered me down to the field after placing a laminated golden ticket around my neck that had a big fat "A", that's right, for All-Access baby! I remember him opening the gate as I slowly walked down the 5 steps from the stadium seating to the field and I was suddenly surrounded by giant aliens in yellow spandex, pads, and winged helmets. I'm 5'7 in my highest heels so being the shortest thing out on the field naturally my eyes were immediately drawn to the bubblicious booties all around me! I was seeing yellow lumps and humps everywhere I turned and I wanted to get my hands on it, yes you read that right, I was overcome with desire to smack them all! I watched the players dole out their teammate love taps and I wanted a piece of the action bad! Just to give an 'atta boy', you know, a regular 'good game' pat, that's all I wanted. Surely they'd welcome it from a girl fan right? Well I wasn't sure how that would go over at my first game so I put it on the back burner for that season and every year since I've fought the urge to breeze my hand across those tight yellow buns, but this year it's all gonna change. I've already given the Miami of Ohio team mascot, a Redhawk, an 'atta boy' while down on the field so I think it's just a matter of time till I finally feel those scrumptious love muffins in my hands, and if I'm really lucky, I'll get my hands on the behind of Sam McGuffie, said like Sam McGruffie (as in the 'don't do drugs' McGruff!) I'll keep you posted!!
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go get 'em girl. lovin the pics.
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