I Got This Canker Sore On My Lip
I wanted to name this "To be the man" for a reason I will get to soon, but I actually have a damn canker sore on my lip and I keep poking it with my tongue but it just makes it worse.
So the band met Ric Flair the other day. The started off pretty bad... actually really bad. We were at the mall for like hours and then stood in line for like 3 hours or so, but it was cool. Flair seemed like a really nice guy. I think that I was probably the only one in line that actually read the book. After he signed my copy I said "The Book is awesome" to which he replied "Thanks a lot." So I met Flair this year, Matt Sharp last year, so will 2005 be the year of John Stockton? I guess I'd settle for Jeff Hornacek. I thought about putting the book up on ebay, but it's Ric Flair. If it were Buddy Landel then it would be a different story.
After meeting Flair the day got better. We made some movies with the camera in which I did some good teen girl squad impressions, Ney did an ollie, and the greatest part of the day, Ney ripping his pants. It was awesome.
Well, speaking of the canker sore, it's weird how I remember all these stupid lines yet I can't even remember the last time I watched any of these shows. Well, can't blog now Flanders, I've got a class to teach.
