J.O.R.T.s

It was morning really, about 2:20. I had just left the Golden Q, in Hays, with a buddy that was home for the summer, and his co-worker a man I knew only as Terry*. Terry was driving a Jeed, a real off-roader type, lifted, chevy 350 all the goodies. Terry was blasted, should never have been driving. He leaves the Q and heads west towards campus. At the time of the incident I was living at the University Apartments on 12th street. Terry believes that it is possible for him to drive on 8th street, then cut North to 12 across an open field. The other passenger, Mark* and I, both knew that this was not possible. The "open field" was dissected by railroad tracks, on the north side of which was a ravine about 12-16 feet deep and maybe 25 feet across. This ravine is not visible from 8th street because of the rail road tracks. Terry insisted on trying to cross the field, despite the screams of dissenting opinion from both Mark and myself. As we launched over the tracks, Ter...

Spam. I don’t get it. Well, I mean I GET it. We all get it. And way, way too much of it. I just don’t know why. Are there people out there buying discount Viagra from an unknown company based solely on a random unsolicited email? It seems like the worst possible business model. Yet it persists. And grows. Are there a group of companies behind these spam mails? I doubt it, I imagine one lonely dude in his basement with cases of little plastic bottles, hoping that some other lonelier dude somewhere in the vast interwebs clicks “buy now” A note to new parents who live in family neighborhoods, be carefull with your baby monitors. If your neighbor has a similar baby monitor to the one you use, and you have the transmitter in your bedroom, and they have their baby monitor on, and it is late at night, and there is indeed no baby around, and you are participating in potentially baby creating activities, you may find that you and your neighbors are quite a lot closer to each other than you prob...

But now I'm back. Sorry I was away so long, its ok nothing funny happened anyway.

Yes, we know, it was Catherine Bach who started the whole thing. But inducting Catherine would have left a blonde void in the Hall and forced us to recognize two women for the same thing, kicking ass in tiny shorts. They are called Daisy Dukes for a reason. Well at least women women are wearing them, other wise they are just creepy. And Jessice sure did live up to the hype that started way back when. This induction is marked by two memorable images.

We at Jorts like only one thing more than Jean Shorts. And that is girls who talk dirty. While Brooke's fame is built not on shorts, but on full jeans (and a hot ass) we cannot deny that her one single line forever transformed the fabric we love. "You want to know what comes between me and my Calvins? Nothing." Need we say more?

First in his class for the Denim Hall, Favre is pictured in his favorite Rolled Cuff Jorts, the faint hints of a tight mullet hiding behind his baseball cap. Favre is a lifelong devotee of the All-American fabric, and is currently a pitchman for Wrangler. Never one to stray from his roots, my source tell me that Brett keeps these same Jorts in his closet to this day. The gridiron start and certain Pro Football Hall of Famer was unaivalable for comment on his selection to the Hall Of Denim. Also unavailable was an explanation of Favre's middle name, Lorenzo, which is seldom associated with white boys from the Deep South.