Some say Louisville..

But who knows for sure?

Dairy Mart had it and I've got it. When it's gone, I'm out. Woo.

FOOD!!!

First the Arch-Nemesis, now another forbidden happening has happened. The fault is my own, but they'll get a kick out of it. Dang.

The week was good, but..

Today was a decent kick-off to another adventurous weekend:

I'd been awoke at 4:00am by my rommate's wasted-ass friends and labeled 'guy on the couch'. (I was just resting my eyes by the way.) I then gave directions to both the kitchen and the bathroom several times over, and listened to some great drunken banter. Back to sleep.

Later, I went to BW3's on Dixie to watch my friends watch the UofL game, and to drink. After tactfully disputing my check, I was banned from BW3's by the two managers and a sheriff's deputy. Oh well...

Meanwhile, my parents (in TX) had received what they thought was a warrant for my arrest; the charges being driving w/o insurance and driving under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol. Fortunately, it was only a subpoena regarding the case of my car being involved in that four car pileup fiasco. They had failed to read the large print which stated who was actually charged: the woman who hit the cars. [I]Ha ha, you almost got me![/I]

Finally, I got to witness another of my friend's internet 'meetings'. She was an item for sure... What, with all the french kissing and freak dancing to Ludacris.. Not to mention the semi-toothless bartender and the one-legged man rocking the mullet and trick aluminum crutches. Twas a sight to behold to say the very least.

Can't wait for Sunday.

It is Friday, the Twenty-Fourth.

Dear Haters: Good game.

P.S. - Touche.


Your concern should reside elsewhere, seeing as my actions are my own and aren't without purpose. Enjoy yourselves, bitches.


-- O.P.B. is the name of the game this day. --

Uh oh, it's Saturday..

Almost time to get wile too. The Start.

Wednesday Post

Everything oh so fine and dandy. This shit is BANANAS.

Friday.

I had a hell of a day yesterday.

I went down to Cahoots for a couple pitchers and a samich. After dropping a few bucks in the jukebox, I got a twelve-pack at the DM, then stepped onward to the house. I brought the amp, mic, and beer onto the porch and promptly got to partyin'.

Highlands people get kind of bummed when you make a nuisance of yourself.

Anyway, it got to midnight, so I went down to Akikos. After closing the place, two friends and I were asked by this older couple if we wanted to keep the party rollin'. They also mentioned that they had a hot tub. Being down with the idea, we jumped in their car and got some more beer at the Speedway.

These complete strangers took us to their house somewhere and sho 'nuff, there's a muthafuckin hot tub. I promptly got naked and jumped in. It was wonderful, and I have no shame.

Within a few beers, the dude started creepin' on my roommate, his wife was passing out/puking in the grass, and I had obliterated all the hot tub's settings. I was just having fun pushing all the beautiful, shiny buttons.

So, the guy puts his wife down, and speeds us home so we can drink more, I can keep yelling through the PA 'til 6AM, and so we can watch my roommate fall down six stairs to flat. That was a hell of a nightcap.

Her and I were racing from the porch for something on the lawn. I jumped of the side and fell safely into the grass. She opted for the stairs and pretty much didn't touch a single one. Granted, she's accident-prone, but God Damn! She went straight to face on the pavement. Luckily, her whole left side broke her fall. Unfortunately, she took a trip to Norton's today.

That shit was funny though. Twas a good night.

Keys!

They were in the laundry.

Now I have them.

It's the weekend bitch!

That's unfortunate..

My roommate took some laundry this morning, including some of my shit. Props for that, right?

Well, my keys are in one of those pants pockets. I can't lock the door when I leave for work, can't drive to work, can't get number to call in to work... it's in the car. Dang.

--Hopefully that's where my keys are hiding.

What to do today?

Woo Woo! 69!

I wouldn't give a damn otherwise, but I hit 69 comments on SG. That's a scary amount...

Face Down, Ass Up!

That's the way we like wheel-barrow race at the company picnic! Yeah, bitches.. I'm snapping up songs like a bum on a bowl of stew. Arrf!

Hooray Beer!

Just beer in general. Hooray.

Double Chi's for breakfast? You better believe it holmes! Frank H. Ryan would be beside himself with glee.

On the Boo side: They forgot our checks at work today.

It's Mayo or Nothing!

My car, part of a four way auto-fuck...., are you serious?

Damn right. That's what's crackin' in the Highlands. Bumper to bumper, the avenue is packed. My Geo was parked, and it still got jacked. A minor addition to an extensive collection.

P.S. - I still hate the Highlands, but they sho am treatin' a cracker nice these days.