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July 08, 2008

GOOD CLEAN HEARTLAND FUN

There is nothing wrong with it.

(Thanks to Siouxie)

Comments

Looks like I am the FIRST to agree with you Dave.

What is really scary is that some of them make very convincing looking women. Perhaps there is more crossdressing going on in the heartland than anybody really knows.

Pretty in Pink!

The guy is missing an appendage.

Seems like there is a closet transvestite in the heartland with good people skills. "No, really, it will be fun!"

Hah! He throws like a girl!

You're killin' me, Smalls!

Isn't GYAA ballpark a typo? NTTAWWT.

My dad did this on his softball team way back in the 70's. his team was sponsored by the company he owns (a Pepsi distributor) and the entire team showed up in a Pepsi delivery truck. They all burst forth from the various delivery bays all dressed up as women. It was a lot of fun.

*Feels mislead to being told Coke adds life. Clearly the Pepsi guys are having far more fun*.

It's amazing what some rednecks will beat people up for, and yet do it themselves and call it, "fun".

I would love to see the blog guys do this. And then video tape it for blackmail purposes for posterity.

I'll supply the shoes ;-)

ha - this reminds me of the suprise 30th B-day party for my daughter...I told her it was just going to be a "Girls Only" dinner at a mexican place.

All the husbands, sons, brothers, etc., showed up in dresses - many of whom wore her old bridesmaid dresses. It couldn't have been more perfect!

Whoa, nice mitts!

CJ stole my line.

WOW! my adopted home of oHIo makes the blog twice today.

not gonna "dis" small town (or any other) firefighters but one wonders if there might not be easier ways to raise funds.

Sio, I've met some Blog Guys and most of them are way too big to fit in Blog Gal shoes. Which is good.

Time for a new calendar.

Sio has a long wait.

Talk about homely!

Awww...come on, boys!

CJ, I certainly did not mean MY shoes. Big woman shoes.

Hah, you Blog Girls and your shoes. I saw a pair in cg's house that were 3 to 4 inches high, white, with magenta strappys. Butt they looked wearable.

I actually commented on them (a first!) and noted they might not be horrible. See, they were wide and spongy, made by Crocs.

Little did I know, they had been a gift. See, they're not shoes if they don't hurt and you don't roll off rocks in parking lots on the heel.

My job is to maintain a stiff arm on the GF side, for the inevitable heel roll. And never to mention that friends are now getting shoes similar her comfortable ones.

The rules don't make any sense, mind you, butt I suppose I can be saddle-broken on the shoes issue. That seems to be the only line I can't cross with crossgirl, as she takes her shoes seriously. I can live with that.

You could tell these were firemen; some of those outfits were created without any natural fibers, therefore they are entirely flame retardent.

Are you calling these guys flaming retards, MS?

Personally, I see no problem with a group of women getting together to play softball. Sure, they're homely, but shouldn't we look a bit deeper, into the real woman behind every clock-stopping face?

Ever hear the adage "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone?" I'd modify it to "Let him or her who is without any semblance of attractiveness throw the first stone, and if you're gonna throw one anyway, please make it in the general direction of one of these scary-looking beeyoches."

Because, damn.

CJ, you are a smart man not to mess with a woman's shoes. It does not have to make sense. It just IS. Deal with it. Accept it. Embrace it, even.

*wonders why Martini knows so much about flame retardant-wear*

*snork* @ Suz!!

I'll have one on the rocks.

Now now, MAC. No need for name calling. As you all well know....

"Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder*

Today's lesson: Be careful what you do during a slow news week.

Sio, smart has little to do with it. It is the willing suspension of smart to be with a gal, putting on uncomfortable shoes, and be silent.

You know she will be mad, later. Butt not at you.

This is very simple: she will be furious with me if I make fun of her shoes, or if I use a bad word when talking about her. Those are very simple rules, that I still manage to screw up, now and then. However, if I screw up one of those two, I know I'm in trouble and she won't like raising Hell with me. Butt she will; she doesn't back down.

I can live with this, as long as she contests everything I say or do, butt does it with a cracked-up smile on her face.

I smoke cigars on occassion Siouxie, so I have to be aware what may combust when I'm with the lady-folk...when any can tolerate cigar smoke.

Or a shoe up your crack ;-)

Niters and sweet dreams!!!

um..that last post was meant for CJ, not MS.

*back to bed*

NITE!

You Mountain and West Coasters should watch for Sarah Torres on Leno. How refreshing. Many years ago, I used to be an athlete. I was cocky, because I knew I was good. I gave it all up, because I hate athletics, with stupid rule changes and drugs.

Torres is doing something different; she's coming back into athletics as a clean participant, in her 40s. I wish her very well.

Too bad Milton Berle and J. Edgar Hoover aren't alive to see this -- they would have fit right in.

In our town the firefighters played Donkey Ball, where they ride donkeys while attempting to play softball.

The town council tried to sell them on Goat Ball instead, but the goats are so short that the firemen's hemlines dragged in the dust.

That was about the time that goats began randomly 'disappearing'...

IYKWIM

On the west side of cincinnati, in a suburb called "Delhi" (pronounced dell-HIGH, not "deli" like that gosh-darned foreign place)they've been hosting a charity cross-dressing softball game, the "Delhi Skirt Game," for years. It made sportscenter a few years ago on a slow sports news day.

The staff of the radio station/newspaper where I work have somehow gotten into a softball game with the local police department, scheduled for tomorrow. Too bad I hadn't known about the cross-dressing possibilities before now.

Of course, I'm excused from playing...after all, since we're broadcasting the game on the air, someone has to stay, all alone, back at the studio...

My brother's the fire chief of my hometown's VFD. I wonder if there's some way I could convince my brother to do this with his department.

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