The Pool Shark

O.k., I'm a little too physically and mentally inconditioned (I think I just invented a word) to post something profound tonight. But I have the next two days off from work so I should have some time to respond to your comments and start a new post.

But here's what I have to say for now. I am the pool shark. I may be thewalrus but I own the food chain when it comes to the billiards animal kingdom. I know I'm talking some shit here but I maintained my pride tonight. I have this girl at work who I have been training for a few days and she mentioned that she is good at pool. I'm like, "No, you're not." And she's all "Yeah, for real I'm in a pool league." So, I say, "all right bring it." We went out tonight and I played with her and a few of her friends (including her boy), all part of the league. Well, when the time came to play her one on one, I beat her 2 out of 3 and the only reason she won the 2nd game is b/c I forgot I was solids (I'll blame that on my good Irish friend, Jameson). But her ass was my dartboard the other 2 games. And so I also decided to play the testosterone game a bit and challenge her boy to a game (he being far better than she was). We went down to the wire but her old man choked on the eight ball and scratched his ass. He thereby became my seafood special for a late dinner and I walked home with the prom queen (not literally, b/c I'm not really interested and she doesn't qualify, but that's not what matters). Therefore, all I have to say is, when push comes to shove, thewalrus is the only real pool shark. What the hell were they thinking challenging the walrus at billiards? Spread the word, my friends, because at the end of the day, I'm the one who chlorines the pool...

Now, in terms of theological dialogue, I may spike my fin above the water to scare the hell out of you, but my bite may not be as lethal as you might think. Ask me the same stuff 2 years ago and I would have had all the answers. I don't now. But, I'll give you what I've got. So, be patient with me as I need to balance my checkbook and pay a few bills. But in the next little bit, meaning the next 24 hours, you'll have an authentic walrus post on something substantive. And I'll expect you newcomers (you know who you are) to jump in the conversation. In the meantime, everyone should keep commenting on the threads and put some quarters in the jukebox. Just please, please don't play country. It's too distracting...