This is a blog about stuff that is important to the Pickled Mules. Namely - Colorado, Golf, Broncos Football, Colorado Sports, Beer, and sometimes Women.
WHATS IN A NAME - Blog 1
Pickleman
Definition - pickled - pick⋅led /ˈpɪkəld/ Spelled Pronunciation [pik-uhld]
–adjective 1.preserved or steeped in brine or other liquid.
2.Slang. drunk; intoxicated.
3.(of wood) given an antique appearance by applying and partly removing paint or by bleaching.
Origin: 1545–55; pickle 1 + -ed 2
Definition Pickled in the case of this blog = Preserved or steeped in a liquid (in our case beer); also, drunk (though we not yet be drunk good sir and it is in poor form to claim so being). Also things to consider
- Pickles are green, golf courses are green. Coincidence or divinity?
- Pickles are sometimes long, some chicks have long legs. Nice!
- Some pickles are little.... no comment.
- I hate pickles, but I love beer, women, golf, and these mules more than I hate pickles. You see how my flawed logic is so sweet and awesome and ironic.
Definition: Mule - mule1 /myul/ Pronunciation [myool]
–noun 1.the sterile offspring of a female horse and a male donkey, valued as a work animal, having strong muscles, a body shaped like a horse, and donkeylike long ears, small feet, and sure-footedness.
2.any hybrid between the donkey and the horse.
3.Informal. a very stubborn person.
4.Botany. any sterile hybrid.
5.Slang. a person paid to carry or transport contraband, esp. drugs, for a smuggler.
Although we Pickled Mules are not certain we're sterile, we've never yet produced offspring (naturally discounting the claims of that one crazy chick back in '01). We are valued as work animals, although we are primarily lazy. We are stuborn. We are not smuggling drugs, but we are carrying contraband in the matter of nonsense that no one wants to hear or read. BUT, primarily the Mules = Broncos, as in THE DENVER BRONCOS.
We bleed orange and blue and we like to pretend that John Elway is our father and Shannon Sharpe is our mother (what!?!? his name is Shannon). We have the upmost respect and discontempt for this team that we would clay lay our lives down for (FOR FREEDOM!).... right... We love the Broncos, but we think that those who consider the term donkey for them as an insult are idiots. Whats wrong with Donkeys? They don't multiply exponentially (sterile remember) and flood your walmarts ala Raiders fans. They work hard and they are considered smart. Furthermore its like a pet name for something you really love. Sometimes I call my wife (whom I tell I love more than the Broncos) a buttface, but thats because I love her and its cute. And of course, don't forget, that if the true fans take the reigns (pun intended) of the term donkey for the Broncos, then they control the term rather than the term being an insult controlling them.... Plus if you ever watched the Broncos with a passion in the 80s, 90s (excluding 97-99), and most of the 2000s, you've had your heartbroken and you think they've looked like donkeys. I'm sure there are contradictions in here, but I don't care. I DON'T CARE! I Love My DENVER DONKEYS!
WE WILL BE BLOGGING ON ALL COLORADO SPORTS, NOT JUST THE BRONCOS - because, unfortunately they do not play all year round.
So, here we are. June 3, 2009, the Denver Broncos fan club meets the Nuggets, Avs, Rockies, blue yellow, maroon, purple blooded creature, meets the Rocky Mountain Beer Club, meets the International Golfing Association of Colorado.... since none of these exist to my knowledge and they are all important here, we have created the ultimate in ultimates... the most fantastic of fantasticness... drum roll me Peerality!
THE PICKLED MULES
Prepared to be confounded, bewildered.... and probably disappointed. All so, no grammer natzi's I'm an dyslicksick persan.
Boys Welcome Home to a world filled of wonder, bogeys, magic, hops and 6-10 seasons. I bid good ado, adionoche, feliz cumplimentos, hello, and a classic WASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUP! to my Bromies (Bros +Homies) in crime and wasting time. Don Antonio - the man at the top; Peerality - the man at the bottom; The Szar - the man that is the meat in a bromie sandwhich; and of course myself, the Pickleman, I provide the miracle whip.... and I have nothing else.... gag.
WHATS IN A NAME - Blog 1
Pickleman
Definition - pickled - pick⋅led /ˈpɪkəld/ Spelled Pronunciation [pik-uhld]
–adjective 1.preserved or steeped in brine or other liquid.
2.Slang. drunk; intoxicated.
3.(of wood) given an antique appearance by applying and partly removing paint or by bleaching.
Origin: 1545–55; pickle 1 + -ed 2
Definition Pickled in the case of this blog = Preserved or steeped in a liquid (in our case beer); also, drunk (though we not yet be drunk good sir and it is in poor form to claim so being). Also things to consider
- Pickles are green, golf courses are green. Coincidence or divinity?
- Pickles are sometimes long, some chicks have long legs. Nice!
- Some pickles are little.... no comment.
- I hate pickles, but I love beer, women, golf, and these mules more than I hate pickles. You see how my flawed logic is so sweet and awesome and ironic.
Definition: Mule - mule1 /myul/ Pronunciation [myool]
–noun 1.the sterile offspring of a female horse and a male donkey, valued as a work animal, having strong muscles, a body shaped like a horse, and donkeylike long ears, small feet, and sure-footedness.
2.any hybrid between the donkey and the horse.
3.Informal. a very stubborn person.
4.Botany. any sterile hybrid.
5.Slang. a person paid to carry or transport contraband, esp. drugs, for a smuggler.
Although we Pickled Mules are not certain we're sterile, we've never yet produced offspring (naturally discounting the claims of that one crazy chick back in '01). We are valued as work animals, although we are primarily lazy. We are stuborn. We are not smuggling drugs, but we are carrying contraband in the matter of nonsense that no one wants to hear or read. BUT, primarily the Mules = Broncos, as in THE DENVER BRONCOS.
We bleed orange and blue and we like to pretend that John Elway is our father and Shannon Sharpe is our mother (what!?!? his name is Shannon). We have the upmost respect and discontempt for this team that we would clay lay our lives down for (FOR FREEDOM!).... right... We love the Broncos, but we think that those who consider the term donkey for them as an insult are idiots. Whats wrong with Donkeys? They don't multiply exponentially (sterile remember) and flood your walmarts ala Raiders fans. They work hard and they are considered smart. Furthermore its like a pet name for something you really love. Sometimes I call my wife (whom I tell I love more than the Broncos) a buttface, but thats because I love her and its cute. And of course, don't forget, that if the true fans take the reigns (pun intended) of the term donkey for the Broncos, then they control the term rather than the term being an insult controlling them.... Plus if you ever watched the Broncos with a passion in the 80s, 90s (excluding 97-99), and most of the 2000s, you've had your heartbroken and you think they've looked like donkeys. I'm sure there are contradictions in here, but I don't care. I DON'T CARE! I Love My DENVER DONKEYS!
WE WILL BE BLOGGING ON ALL COLORADO SPORTS, NOT JUST THE BRONCOS - because, unfortunately they do not play all year round.
So, here we are. June 3, 2009, the Denver Broncos fan club meets the Nuggets, Avs, Rockies, blue yellow, maroon, purple blooded creature, meets the Rocky Mountain Beer Club, meets the International Golfing Association of Colorado.... since none of these exist to my knowledge and they are all important here, we have created the ultimate in ultimates... the most fantastic of fantasticness... drum roll me Peerality!
THE PICKLED MULES
Prepared to be confounded, bewildered.... and probably disappointed. All so, no grammer natzi's I'm an dyslicksick persan.
Boys Welcome Home to a world filled of wonder, bogeys, magic, hops and 6-10 seasons. I bid good ado, adionoche, feliz cumplimentos, hello, and a classic WASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUP! to my Bromies (Bros +Homies) in crime and wasting time. Don Antonio - the man at the top; Peerality - the man at the bottom; The Szar - the man that is the meat in a bromie sandwhich; and of course myself, the Pickleman, I provide the miracle whip.... and I have nothing else.... gag.
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