Well, Lauren and I have yet again confused St. Patrick's Day with Cinco de Mayo (how do these things keep happening?!), so we'll be spending the rest of the week in San Antonio. Coincidentally, the NCAA Tournament officially kicks off today, so you'll have plenty of sports action to keep you occupied while we're gone.
My bracket for the Pittsburgh Celebrity Blogger NCAA Pool should be up on Sportsocracy pretty soon should you feel the need to mock me mercilessly or to further question my already questionable judgment.
We'd like to wish everyone a Happy St. Patty's Day - and you kids stay safe. We'll just be trying to stay out of jail. We'll be back on Monday, or whenever our hangovers clear.
You hate to see us go, but you love to watch us walk away.
We've given you plenty of T, so we thought it was time for some A. Jeff Reed heartily approves. What's that Jeff? You like what you see on the left? Yeah...that's all me baby....
So 'til Monday friends. If any crazy shit goes down over the weekend, we damn well better be reading about it in our inboxes.
Labels: chronic alcoholism, flirtin' with disaster, holidays, jeff reed, ncaa, our fine asses, road trip
We here at GGS normally abhor Valentine's Day. The gifts are usually stupid, we get them just so the guy we're with can get laid, and there is no thought involved.
That is until we received this text message from Jeff Reed. His crude Photoshop skills show that he obviously spent A LOT of time on this. Clearly his love for Girls Gone Sports is real. Now tell us Jeff - how the fuck did you get our phone numbers?
But anyways, yes Jeff WE WILL BE YOURS.
P.S. ~ In case you didn't notice, we are currently in the process of revamping our site. Much thanks to the very sexy Tiffany. We would have much preferred to get her Valentine's Day n00dz over Jeff's.
- Mandauren
