Do you think you can get drunk, belligerent, kick over the prep table with food on it, and piss yourself? Mighty big shoes to fill.
Don't forget try to fight each of us. And then ruin the sauce 30 min before turn in.
Originally posted by Theodore Roosevelt
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming...
He didn't spill the frijoles but he threw a half eaten rib into them, and ruined at least one batch of sauce the same way. That guy still needs his ass kicked.
Somehow even after he pissed himself he still managed to find more beer.
He tripped over the tongue of the trailer and didn't even try to catch himself, face to concrete.
Originally posted by Theodore Roosevelt
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming...
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