Now they did it......

Apparently, Iraq is treating Fitz well. He has named himself king of the desert and assumed a throne. Amazingly, it isn't connected to plumbing. He has found the beach, but said that it is one hell of a walk to the ocean.

Next week he hopes to loot an Audi.




Mr. Potato head at a pond. $20 says he pee'd in it.

Oh Beautiful......

It has been a killer week for American Cycling





First, Skip professes his man love for the world to hear through song and then the Garmin team decides that kicking the shit out of the EuroDogs is the way to roll. CVV and Farrar are killer.

On another note, I am thinking about introducing Trent to Skip. Trent might be persuaded to leave the ultra right wing conservative, Ann Coulter worshiping world and man up for some time with Skip. Maybe Harry would be jealous and we can put all of this behind us.

I lay $50 that I could get Nancy Pelosi to video tape it. She is from San Fran after all.

From the island of E'ville,
The Enmark

You don't bring me flowers anymore.....

Skip loves Harry.


A couple of weeks ago, Harry was in town to visit some family. He rode with us both days he was here. Skip was no where to be found on Saturday, but was upset when he had not heard from Harry. He frantically called Suzuki on Saturday to find out if Harry was really here. He was devastated when he found out Harry was here and did not call.

Skip made sure to make it to the Sunday ride, nothing could obstruct his passion. The jilted lover said, "He comes into town and never calls. He was in my wedding!" When Harry arrived for the Sunday ride, Skip gave him shit, which of course Harry had a beautiful retort for regarding the fact that Skip was always out running when he comes to town.

Eventually, Skip's heart healed from the pain.....but all I hear is the song You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore by Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand....

I thought I would include the lyrics with both parts so that you two could sing it together.....Harry, why don't you take Neil's part....

Barbra
You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
Neil
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come through that door at the end of the day...
Barbra
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after loving me late at night
Neil
When its good for you, babe
And you're feeling all right
Barbra
When you just roll over and turn out the light...
And you don't bring me flowers anymore
Neil
It used to be so natural
Barbra
It used to be...
Neil
To talk about forever
Barbra
Mmm...
Neil
But used-to-be's don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
Till we sweep them away
Barbra
And baby I remember all the things you taught me
Neil
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
Barbra
Well, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
Neil
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
Barbra
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
You don't bring me flowers any more...
Both
Well, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye...
Neil
cause you don't say you need me;
Barbra
You don't sing me love songs;
Both
You don't bring me flowers anymore...

Ruining relationships the world over,
The Enmark