Things I’ve learned today:
Playing any sport outside, on a gorgeous day, noncompetitively, is difficult without sport drinks (ice cold beers).
If someone who is 6’5” wants to spike a ball on me, more then likely, they will be able to. However, this will not prevent me from attempting to block/embarrass myself.
When driving a car load full of drunks the radio is useless. Even if it goes to eleven, the drunks will surmount its seemingly deafening chorus to remind you that you need Mario Andretti it to your destination to avoid a stream of piss down the back of your neck. Tony Robins be damned, that is motivation enough.
Bromance….not that into it. I’m down for one, maybe two, fist pounds in an evening outside of sporting events. After that, let’s just appreciate each others company in a non awkward, adult patty cake, sort of way.
My friends, while entertaining, are not funnier then Dave Attell. When he chooses to single you out for interrupting his performance and insults you, take it like a man/woman. Your comeback will not be better then a professional comedian’s. This reminds me of the old saying: when you play with fire…..something about flames…wait, is that whole saying about the gays…
About the gays, nice folks. Not that I ran into any this evening, or did I? If you are near me, and feel it necessary to go on a homophobic rant, write it all down. I will look it over for spelling and grammar errors, and you can take it to your next clan meeting. I hear they have bitching lemon squares.
12 days left.
Playing any sport outside, on a gorgeous day, noncompetitively, is difficult without sport drinks (ice cold beers).
If someone who is 6’5” wants to spike a ball on me, more then likely, they will be able to. However, this will not prevent me from attempting to block/embarrass myself.
When driving a car load full of drunks the radio is useless. Even if it goes to eleven, the drunks will surmount its seemingly deafening chorus to remind you that you need Mario Andretti it to your destination to avoid a stream of piss down the back of your neck. Tony Robins be damned, that is motivation enough.
Bromance….not that into it. I’m down for one, maybe two, fist pounds in an evening outside of sporting events. After that, let’s just appreciate each others company in a non awkward, adult patty cake, sort of way.
My friends, while entertaining, are not funnier then Dave Attell. When he chooses to single you out for interrupting his performance and insults you, take it like a man/woman. Your comeback will not be better then a professional comedian’s. This reminds me of the old saying: when you play with fire…..something about flames…wait, is that whole saying about the gays…
About the gays, nice folks. Not that I ran into any this evening, or did I? If you are near me, and feel it necessary to go on a homophobic rant, write it all down. I will look it over for spelling and grammar errors, and you can take it to your next clan meeting. I hear they have bitching lemon squares.
12 days left.
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