3:33 pm - I log into The Bonnie Blog
3:33.30 pm - I see Phil Jackson getting interviewed
3:33.33 pm - The cry baby himself makes a call for the wambulance saying that the game is being unequally officiated.
How dare him?? When Bonnie is watching, you don't use that tone unless your looking for a malacious butt-whooping. The nerve of this man to purposely insult the bonnie is impeccable. He has no respect in my books and never will...
On to the real news... During the past 2 hours, I have been around one of the greatest influences on this earth (if you dont know who i'm talking about, stop reading) Before i could be in the house for a mere 5 seconds, she immediately sheltered me with gifts and love. As i walked through the door she gave me a creamy chocolate bar from new bonnie land, five minutes later, she was quenching our thirsts with liters and liters of liquids. Next, she was embracing us with the world renound bonnie bean dip. Not to be outdone [within the hour], she had made the infamous variety pack of rice krispy treats to tease our taste buds.
The bonnie doesnt wine and moan about calls in life that dont go her way, she cooks her way through these trials and helps others.
P.S. - Why is it that whenever the bonnie starts watching Jazz games we do amazingly well??? I think we all know the answer to this question, the Jazz feel embarrassed to play bad in front of her, they are afraid that the recipes will stop coming if they dont win with her watching...
P.S. 2 - Bonnie left, the Jazz started to fall apart...
With Jazzitude,
bonnfireoflove
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