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That was some party. Balls. The recovery is nearly complete, however, and the first signs of life are sprouting from the wreckage. First off, thanks to everybody who wished me a happy birthday 4 months ago! I was informed by Google (parent company of Blogger), that the comment traffic was so high to that post that I my blog was officially placed in "Probationary Restriction" mode. I tried resurrecting it a couple times before the disciplinary period had expired, each time generating such high site traffic that they pulled my template. As such, I wish to remind you to be responsible in your perusal: Someone could lose an eye.
Anyway, let's see... the birthday was pretty awesome. We claimed a side room at the largest Irish whiskey purveyor in America and Yoolrich got me this freakin' sweet cake from DQ:

Also, in high school I went on a class trip to Canada and some crazy guy on the street gathered a bunch of us around and tried to sell us "macking" lessons. He was individually quoting each guy with a cost and class duration (ranging from 30 minutes to 24 hrs) of instruction guaranteed to bag the flyest of the fly. When he got around to me, he said:
"You're pretty good with the books, huh?"
"I guess?"
"That's good. Stick with that."
...and moved on. What a jerk.
Kapow!! I'm a pimp! A... corpse pimp?
And someone thought it would be funny to pour water that I bought all over me and down my pants. That's how hot it was.

Kapow.
Anyway, let's see... the birthday was pretty awesome. We claimed a side room at the largest Irish whiskey purveyor in America and Yoolrich got me this freakin' sweet cake from DQ:
Also, in high school I went on a class trip to Canada and some crazy guy on the street gathered a bunch of us around and tried to sell us "macking" lessons. He was individually quoting each guy with a cost and class duration (ranging from 30 minutes to 24 hrs) of instruction guaranteed to bag the flyest of the fly. When he got around to me, he said:
"You're pretty good with the books, huh?"
"I guess?"
"That's good. Stick with that."
...and moved on. What a jerk.
And someone thought it would be funny to pour water that I bought all over me and down my pants. That's how hot it was.
Kapow.
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