I've been sick of a month.
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My freaking house almost burned down.
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I've had
Nanepashemet Telecom work up to my eyeballs.
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But all I hear from you Worthless Bastards is a constant annoying chorus of lamentation.
"Who is the Peep of the Year??? When will you make the choice????"~
Do you know how irritating you have been? I wish I could make all of you Pathetic
Pieholes, the
POTY, because you all certainly qualify from the annoying criteria.
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Speaking of criteria....
The
Nanepashemet POTY is chosen by the same qualifications as the Peeps of the Week.
The successful/lacking candidate must be....
- Either annoying or inspirational.
- Cannot be dead.
- Cannot be an animal.
- And the case of the POTY - A case of Lagavulin given to me prior to this moment would have been an automatic.
Gazing around the charred remains of my living room, I fail to see the case of the King of Scotch that would make this selection easy for me. Man, that SUCKS!!!
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So I have to make the selection from the remaining criteria.
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Looking back at the previous
POTY's, Tommy McMahon -2006 and Michael "
Murph" Murphy - 2007, I have to admit that the legacy of holding the crown is starting to gain some cache. McMahon's forays onto
Fenway speaks for itself, but
Murph's swansong comments a couple of posts ago, really brought tears to my eyes.
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This year's selection was decidedly a tough one. There were so many worthy candidates.
MegaPeep Brian Butler was in the running right to the end. Mountain of a Man, Bob Brown, was hard to deny, and Pat
Piscatelli was always in the mix. Not to mention the Insidious Bob Bob
Wojcik and my
Archrival, Joe Collins. Even "My Friend Who Doesn't Want His Name Mentioned In The Blog" merited serious consideration.
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But in the end, I think that the choice was a good one.
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ANNOUNCING......
NANEPASHEMET PEEP OF THE YEAR 2008 .... Lauren Rathbone.~
Now don't start with all of the "Why Lauren?" questions. You know that I could never disclose the reason(s).
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Just suck it up and offer Lauren your
congratulations/condolences.
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Her life has been forever altered.
I rekomends you keep your woolies on and a flagon of antifreeze on the bench seat of yer vehicle.
I have a comment on some of yer spectatin' in days of past. Its plenty cold here in Skinny Smoke Holler, and I recreate my evenings on my sofa (that is what thems in france call a couch) watchin' tv. Since I spliced in my neighbors cable, I gets some primo channels, all fer nothin' but a tip of the cap on my mornin' jaunt.
Likes I says, I am watchin the pay fer it shows, and this "Rome" serial youse was so high on comes streakin' in. I am all for edifying myself, so I settle in with my flagon of mead and barrel of pork rinds. scene 1, some hussy gives this other hussy, as a sort of house warming present, a hatchet faced mute with a dork as big as ole Sugarfoots, tied down like a bronc. She goes on to say "large penis is a most gracious gift, don't youse think?" Great Caesar's Testicles, what the hell is this nonsense? These Eyetalian's, what was goin' on there? I means, I can appreciate a good public execution, and I likes lions at the circus that come through town, but what in the hell happened here? I am all for the lady folk sharin' a recipe for butter cookies and sending over a roast chicken to say "welcomes to the trailer park", but who in the hell gets to sending over a chattel with a pecker like a Louisville Slugger? Quites a leap, them hollywood pinkos is taking with the legacy of them no good pope lovin' garlic breathin' ginnies.