Dave Burris Takes a Victory Lap

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Gridiron Downer

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Jesus Christ!

Holy shit people!  (no pun intended) I’m panting here.  I can barely catch my breath while you are reading this I saw a sign. I am not shitting you I saw a sign.  Ok, so let me set the stage for you.  There I was driving over to my brother’s pizza and pasta joint.  (haha away, yes, I’m Italian and my brother owns a pizza joint, I’m offended and as well as being hot and Italian I for one am against all stereotypes) 

 So here we were puttering along Rt 49 in NJ headed towards Salem and I’m driving away talking to my wife about the days non events when BAM  I see a sign.  I didn’t know what to do.  I told my wife we have to get a picture of it.  This thing was erie.  We didn’t get the picture unfortunately for you. 

But, you see this whole sign business started yesterday when we were at the beach.  Yes the beach ,not the shore for all you non delaware rejects!  The beach, the thing with sand that around the world is known by the word BEACH, try telling someone in Mexico you are going to the sure.  They will look at you like you are missing something.  I don’t go to the sure, people I go to the beach.  When I ask my daughter if she wants pizza she doesn’t say “beach” she says, “sure”. 

 Right, right,  back to the story, (i’m still breathing heavy, I ran to my laptop to share this with you!)  So there we were at the beach getting ready to spend my dad’s hard earned money on a beach house that I rightly deserve.  I look at as my payment for being called retarded, asked if I was stupid the first 10 years of my life and the countless spankings I recieved for spilling milk, beating up my sister and just being a stupid retard most of my life.  My dad is a very nice guy, but I paid quite a price during my childhood and a beach house is little reward for the abuse I took.  Being the big man that I am I am willing to look past all those sins for some serious vacation property. 

So my dad, getting ready to spend his money as a way to repay his bad debts as a father, is plopping down countless thousands of dollars he loses the deal right then and there before mine eyes.  Not seconds before was finished and make the final signature, litterally seconds before he was done I figured it was safe to call my brother and tell him the glorious news.  I was calling my brother and telling him Vinny, you aren’t going to believe this dad is literally signing the papers right now to buy a house!  “No shit?”, “No shit”!  It was a glorious occasion to be shared with all my family.  I was getting a beach house!  WE, we were getting a beach house.  OHHHHH how wonderful this was, is, will be!