Liveblogging the drunken reunion

An ant just crawled into my keyboard
Father McDonnel’s Angry Letters to Assholes
DELAWARE, dammit
Pizza! Owen had the blue cheese dressing. And that’s it.
Resident Evil II
The guy who peed in the parking lot at our wedding
Ethanol?
beer. i like beer.
I get jokes.
Quebecois!
Fur Elise: Not appropriate for an ice cream truck
I hate that bitch.
You can’t get cheese curds any more.
You can fly THAT under my radar
I’m all moist!
99 percent Deet
“You got to gits yourself a ghillie suit!”
Fucking Goliath beetle, man. It was beetle-esque.
I was all pockmarked from gravel.
I may have just peed a little.
What say we shimmy up that tree there?
“They call me Cobra.” Wonder what HE’S doing with himself these days?
When was Naked Darts? Ought-three? ‘Cause we were together. Y’know, physically. Three to a bed.
(Three beers is definitely my limit)
“entropy would be the heat death of the universe.” “entropy would begin with the heat death of you and me.”
It’s like the time of the orange juice.

June 22, 2006 | Filed Under auto-categorized

4 Responses to “Liveblogging the drunken reunion”

Matt on June 23rd, 2006 10:58 am

Motherfucker! THAT’s why you didn’t pick up the phone. And Clint was there TOO?

(shakes fist)

Tell ‘im I said howdy. Then tell him that the dome of the Catholic church behind my house looks like a Giant Nipple from Outer Space.

Love,

Matt
paige on June 23rd, 2006 2:12 pm

MMm, three beers? Come on, MB, you can do better than that!
Mama C-ta on June 25th, 2006 12:48 pm

huh? Was I supposed to get drunk to read this So did the RnR get rained out?
supa on June 25th, 2006 3:18 pm

Matt: Message delivered. Soon’s I sleep this one off I’ll give you a call.

Paige: Apparently, no. I cannot. Am trying, though.

Mama C-ta: It certainly helps. (And yes, RnR got rained out. Boo! Boo rain!)