He pondered that as he dressed. Maybe they were. He hadn't planned on that, but he knew things didn't always go as planned—such as the pass he'd mad... in the last game. He'd intended it for Tolya, but it had been picked off by the Nashville forward coming out of the penalty box. Said forward had come within a hair of scoring, but the Caps' goalie, Risztak, had managed to get his glove in the way. The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts, and he was glad for it, since his thoughts were all. You stay here and keep looking that pictureuntil you figure out why I'm pissed, ok? Then, when you're ready toapologize AND promise me that you will talk Simpson and your otherfriends out of whatever stupidity they're planning to subject thisperson to, then call me. Here's a hint as to where I'm going: I'll be atthat fairy's house."She stood, leaving Jeff alone in the booth staring at the phoneflummoxed. "Jeff... I really like you and I don't really want tobreakup, but right now... well, I. He gives up and goes back to bed.The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'The little boy replies, 'The Prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'Couldn't have put it better myself!Watch Them Irish.Square TesticlesThis is a joke that is. It wasn't."Do I have a booger?" he asked as he checked his nose. Finding nothing, he walked to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of water and took a long swallow. Adam wasn't a drinker but he started to understand why his Dad would have a beer or two after a particularly long day. Adam pasted the cheerful smile back on his face and walked back into the living room.Every flat surface was occupied – despite the fact that Erin, Leslie, Trinity and Karlie were smart enough to be somewhere else. Adam.