Well Tickler, you lost me. Hoisin sauce and Bulldawgs and Mustaches have nothing in common. Oh conetrare mi amigo. You see, since I live in Perth these days I have found myself shopping at this awesome little fruit and veg shop owned by an Asian family. They have reinvigorated my love for stir fry and you guessed it, Hoisin Sauce. So you see, I love the Bulldawgs, love mustaches, and most definitely love hoisin sauce.
Huge game going off in 6 hours. I can hardly sleep. I am going to try my hand at the new and improved justin.tv to see if I can't root the Bulldawgs to victory in live format vs. slingbox the day after. That sure didn't work last week. Worked so well I missed my flight and found myself in such shambles that I cut it off. It doesn't suit. That's why I have passed the Tickler Torch to the man who's industry, lifestyle and everyday mantra scream liberty, mustache, tickler, tarheel, bulldawg, and most definitely Hoisin!!!!!
Photo courtesy of cousin Tillery JohnsonIt might not be hoisin but that don't matter, sauce is sauce, and my bet is any old razorhawgs that messa with this Tickler on the sauce are in for a rude awakening. That goes for all hogs, the Bulldogs are back this week and badder than ever. Let's go out there and right the ship. GO DAWGS!!!!
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