he isn’t a fan…
Hey, so, uh … what’d you end up doing last night?
Ohhhh, the NBA? Alright.
…who, me? …did I watch it?
Yeahhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
…not so much.
It’s not that I don’t recognize it as a real league with real rules that real people take seriously … I just kinda prefer hockey.
…and football.
…and baseball.
…and soccer.
…and beach volleyball.
…and golf.
…and NASCAR. Nope, wait, that’s just as bad … what else is it that I like better than the NBA again?
Oh, yeah — professional bowling, pie-eating contests, and 5th-grade spelling bees.
he ripped it…
Prime open spot for watching cartoons … nice.
Just gonna climb on up here and *fffffffAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRppppppp*
…what was — was that ME?!
Well, at least nobody’s around. THAT could’a been embarra *ffaarrrpp*
Gah! again?! Glad I got those out before anybody came back inside.
Nope, wait, one more *frrp* alright, now I’m good.
he’s one…
Okay, no … Bubba’s actually two. But you knew that, because you were there for his big birfday countdown last month, right?
Anyway, I say “he’s one” because today is Bubba’s one-year blogiversary!
Yep, mhmm … “blogiversary” is a real word. Although these days you can pretty much make up any word you want, and then if enough people start using it, it just becomes a real thing. Take THAT, English professors.
Side note – “Bubbatastic” is gaining popularity for describing things that are utterly amazing.
Also see: “baconish”
We’ve been friends for a whole year?! …that’s SO Bubbatastic.
Oh, and I hope all of you Papas out there had a killer Father’s Day weekend. Mine was … well … this is what I’m working with on the day-to-day regular, so yeah:
Street cred? Not even a little bit. But I love him just the same.
Here’s to another year of fun, homies!
he’s taking his bumps…
Aww, yeahhhh … offseason training is what it’s all about.
As soon as that fresh pow-pow falls next year, I’ll be shredding the slopes like a total pro, bro.
I mean, they don’t call me “baby Jonny Moseley” for nothing…
…they call me WHAT? …the FACEBABY?!?!!
he’s a role model…
Hey – hey – HEY!
I’m not happy about it being bed time either…
But you don’t see ME turning all green and yelling and smashing other people’s stuff, do ya?
Okay fine, sometimes I yell.
And there was that time when I threw the remote and it broke into a gazillion pieces.
And oh yeah, I DID run out of paper and use my arms and face and feet as a canvas, didn’t I?
…wait — when did this become about me?!
he’s got your back…
Pssst
…
…you got a little boogie in your eye.
uhp … wait … yep … there you go. Now, on with your day.
