Cougar... And Not The Old Lady Kind

   So me and L.G. were at the lake for the annual Chili Cook off. We were away from all of the other people down at a swing set. So we're sitting there talking and swinging and then we freeze. We hear heavy approaching footsteps in the woods behind us. Thought 1: A man was coming for us. Thought 2: We were going to get eaten by something. I just start running. I knew L.G. was behind me because she was screaming. Everyone asked us what was wrong and pretty much thought we were idiots. My daddy proceeded to say a cougar had been spotted in the area and that could have been it. We about fainted. There is no telling what was coming through the woods this evening. We almost died though.

YOURMOM.COM

   So I think pickles are disgusting. A Dub loves pickles. Therefore, I think A Dub is disgusting. (math property!) So I decided to be anti-A Dub. I will no longer have anything about pickle juice in my title. I have renamed this blog: YOURMOM.COM. This has been inspired by my dear friend and partner Fergie, and her countless your mom jokes each day. This has become a very common phrase in our society... I really have no reason besides A Dub's blog bores me and it sounds cool. Enjoy.