I'm getting the smackdown laid on me by an old fart on another blog....at least, so he claims. Now, do I laugh at him, or do I wallow in embarassment? :)
Oh, dear Spocktongue. Let us not sully the season of Lent with pointless one-upsmanship. I call for peace.
If i be further goaded for blogging at my advanced age, i shall turn my other wrinkled cheek. But i beseech of you that you don't make fun of my desparate attempt to adopt the "smackdown" terminology from you young people in self defense. Have mercy on a poor old geezer.
I am a high school math teacher, junior varsity basketball coach, and head golf coach at Sullivan High School. Fear the Golden Arrows! I bleed cream and crimson, have a really dry sense of humor, and have the metabolism of a rabbit. And apparently, I am getting married to the mostest wonderfullest girl in the world, or so I'm told. At least I have no spleen...
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Oh, dear Spocktongue. Let us not sully the season of Lent with pointless one-upsmanship. I call for peace.
If i be further goaded for blogging at my advanced age, i shall turn my other wrinkled cheek. But i beseech of you that you don't make fun of my desparate attempt to adopt the "smackdown" terminology from you young people in self defense. Have mercy on a poor old geezer.
Well played. I accept your terms. :)
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