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So my morning thoughts are as follows:

1) Is a keg stand also wheezing the juice?
2) I think assroll is a way better word for tp.


Additionally, I hit this Irish pub called the dubliner last night and had three pints of Guiness with my roomate and his gal. Mtt and I played some darts against these chicagoians in town to see the game. Whupped them soundly the first game, but the second game was tight (forgive me I don't usually play the part of the sports hero, so let me revel in my small feat and yeah.) and my last dart in a round in which both teams had opportunity to take the game was a doozy. Score: 54-45 the cleveland avenue X2obcessed up against the chicago omnivor lovers, Erasmus has two darts thrown skirting the fring of the bulls-eye, one bulls-eye left to finish it. I stepped outside to the next line over and whizzed it in sidelong to seal the game. Nothing like calling a shot and then making it to put a cap on a night; next I'll just have to try out that same brand of baud with that brunette talking to her friends at the end of the bar, but alas.

Speaking of little helpless babies (as the ebot was) I saw a 5 gallon bucket with a warning lable the other day with a picture of a toddler head-over-teakettles exclaiming, "Avisio" drowning hazard for small children. Shit, if my kid was dumb enough to drown in a five gallon pail, said child doesn't deserve to swim in the gene pool anymore. But seriously, enough of the warning lables...............I should have one too - any ideas?


Out,
Chromeeyes