My own father had said many unforgivable

My own father had said many unforgivable things about Indians even though his grandmother was a full blooded Cherokee. Somehow I always felt ashamed of this fact as if I were here

this will turn out similarly to the time when I split the pot with that no good cheat Rodney and he stiffed me like a 2 dollar whore. If I ever see that guy

fieri i'm going to smash his face in with a bone-in ham and tell him that he is NOT extreme and then go to a road house to

make ham sandwiches for Patrick Swayze. Now that was a real man. Knew his pork like no other, I'll say! "Bone-in is the only way to go", he'd say, and I'd blush like a schoolgirl.

He'd suck the marrow out of the ham bone and later I'd return the favor. This was my favorite fantasy when I was 14, so I could argue that I was probably the worst Jew in my large

religious family. My twin brother and I were the seed of my mothers first marriage and she insisted we keep her religion. My other brothers hindu siks, born again

frisbeeterian who truly believes when he dies his soul will be stuck on the roof. I, on the other hand, think

his soul will be at the mercy of the hounds of hell. They have sharp teeth, which they gnash feverishly so as to get them sharp enough to destroy frisbee souls. It never fails,

and having hordes of razor-teethed slavering hell hounds wanting to catch the same frisbee as the players makes Ultimate Frisbee interesting to watch for a change.