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Date Posted: 11:39:31 03/19/07 Mon
I did post, I posted last night you faggot. In all seriousness, I was somewhat busy in the beginning of the week last week with work getting things in order for MM and Vegas and then I was busy being tired and watching games the latter half of the week. I knew you guys would be able to survive without me.
Again...
Wednesday:
1) Chin - ? 2ish
2) Jono - 5:00 6:30
3/4) Tony/Poyser - 6:50 9:30
Thursday:
1)Heaves - 11:40 2:05
2/3) Donnie/Joo - 6:50 9:30
4) Hafer - 7:35 10:00
I don't see how it's possible NOT to check a bag with all the big pimpin we're planning to do. So Hafer, consider yourself dumb. Also, they won't let you carry Dirt on the plane as it could be disguised as plastic explosives. That alone is reason enough to check a bag. Additionally, I would hope you plan on bringing those gay shoes you had us looking up for you months ago. AND, perhaps you will bring more than one outfit to stain with stripper juice. Between day clothes and a-money clothes, it seems impossible. Good luck with that. I plan on not stressing over how I'm going to fit all my shit in one bag. Thus, I'll definitely be checking my shit. You'll have to wait for me on the way home too. Balls to you.
Ha, peanut gallery. Joe, you're soooo funny.
My St. Pats was a double feature with Shamrockfest two weeks ago and again sporting my finest green Saturday night. Beginning with the fest, I went over to a friend's place for a healthy 3 hour game of asshole. Once all alcohol in sight was consumed we headed over to the fest where I got in for free using the Jedi mind trick and then proceded to drink more beer that went down oh so smooth. I met a fire crotch. I told her I'd call her some time. I did not. After doing a jig, we left and got on the metro. We then went to a bar around my place, I continued to get hammered while eating wings. My walk home was unmemorable as I don't remember it. I woke up in my undies, on top of my covers meaning I didn't make it to my jammies and snuggle phase of my usual going to bed process.
This past Saturday I was sulking at the news that Hafer wouldn't be making the trip down. After many hours and 3 boxes of tissues, I recollected myself for some binge drinking. Afterall, I had Ohio St. and MD losing and both losses required celebration. We went to a bar named "Play". hmmmm, yum. Lots of green was displayed and terrible dancing was done. A prospect may or may not have been acquired. The night ended with a cheese steak in my belly. Deeelicious.
As for the hotel dues...here I thought Chin was just lying to us about being asian all these years and actually sucked at math. I'm glad there was a reasonable explanation for all this.
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