The Olde Grey Moving Test

I just wanted to write a quick post to acknowledge the folks who helped me move this weekend. I know how much it sucks to move, and I know how much crap I have. So thank you to everyone who came out.
Thanks to Mike Matese -- who almost died during the process; Foxy -- who almost died watching the game that night and to Jim Feeney -- who almost died when Runyon fell asleep on his face!

I also wanted to make a special mention of those guys who committed to help but could not due to unusual circumstances.

Chris Henry unfortunately came down with nasty case of Lymp-Finn Syndrome. It is a nasty ailment that makes parts of the body flaccid and unusable around Sharks or Sharkey in appearance creatures.


David Young's is a horrible, but not unusual for him, case. While spending 6 or 7 hours scissoring with Philly on Thursday a great deal of sand was transferred. The sheer weight stretched Mr. Young's vaginal walls to breaking point -- but he did not know this -- unfortunately for Young.
After he watched his alma mater's crushing defeat and realized his team's only Division 1 winning moment was in 2007, he spent 3-4 hours on the floor, curled up in the fetal position.
When he went to stand up, the sand had settled and as a result the weight caused his entire reproductive system to be torn out of his body. (It's what West Virginian's call a "Beach Hysterectomy!")
The upside is that David is now a man. Having removed all of his female "attributes" he has gone from "he/she" to simple "he?" -- congrats David.

Jim "the Scrum Madge" died Saturday morning. He was 67 (stone).