oowallo’s Fancy Sauce

Oh, hello there. I did not see you come in. Please, sit in one of my many leather finished chairs and let me pour you a scotch that we can enjoy in front of my roaring fireplace that is decorated with a stuffed moose head. Welcome to my domain. I hope you enjoy your stay here.

 

Let me start with an assumption. You’re here because you are interested in the simulated football league called Goal Line Blitz. Ah. I thought I may be correct. Let me take this further. You are also here because you’re looking for information that you cannot find anywhere else. Not as close to the mark? Maybe you’d be interested in reading some infamous poop stories, or hearing my personal opinion on why the leader in sports reporting is essentially a rotting carcass, or perhaps you would like to share in my wonderment of internet memes. Pique your interest? No? Well, all I ask is that you enjoy your glass of scotch then, and let me run my mouth and occasionally humor, or perhaps horrify, you with tales from my mahogany book shelves. Because that is what this occasional column will be about; things that are fantastic, much like Fancy Sauce.

 

What? You are unfamiliar with fancy sauce? Well, let me introduce you.

 

 

Delicious! Hope to see you again soon!