I Want To Make A Supersonic Man Out Of You
Headbutt.
Before I get going, this has got to get out of my system: Bi-cycle, bi-cycle, I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike...
I feel better.
So the weekend. Mine was better. Here's why:
Friday:
-Get home from work, head to the Pour House. This part of the weekend was just kind of eh. Friday is not the night to go to the Pour House. Just not the right crowd. On a good note, one of the bartenders was cute, and we got a free round since the other bartender was busy/lazy.
-Drive home, turn on Shaun of the Dead. I skip ahead to the "beating zombie bartender with pool cues while Queen plays in the background" scene, only to immediately fall asleep.
-Burcher comes home, I'm still asleep.
-ZZzZzzzz.....
-I wake up around 6, wonder where the hell I am, and go up to bed to fall back asleep. On a side note, that couch is damn comfy.
Saturday:
-Drive out to Alexis' for her graduation party. Pack was there, I like that kid. Lots of old people too.
-Old people leave, out come the drinking games.
-At this point, I've started wagering on beer pong games against Carrie. I win 10 straight because I don't lose. Let me repeat that a second time: I DON'T LOSE.
-Now, this is where is starts to get fun. At this point,
[The editor has deleted this part of the post due to adult content, inappropriate conduct, high-sticking, clipping, a tackle in the box resulting in a PK, and occasional profanity. Okay, lot's of profanity. If you weren't there when this part went down (and few people were), then you need not mind. Use your imagination and make up your own ending.]
Yeah, that was crazy. Was not expecting that to happen when I left the house.
Sunday:
-Wake up, wonder who I am, find donuts.
-Drive back with Turb, take a verbal barb.
-Watch Dawn of the Dead. Now, these zombies are scary. Why? They can flat out race. I mean, if they saw you, and you were alive, they were coming after your ass like there was no tomorrow. If zombies like that ever come to Earth, we're all screwed. Big time.
-Decide I need to kill zombies. Head shots for everyone!
-The zombies take offense to head shots, come attack the house. Luckily, these aren't the ones that can haul ass, so we're safe.
-Ut oh, here comes the ones that can haul ass.
-Fuck.
K bye.
Before I get going, this has got to get out of my system: Bi-cycle, bi-cycle, I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike...
I feel better.
So the weekend. Mine was better. Here's why:
Friday:
-Get home from work, head to the Pour House. This part of the weekend was just kind of eh. Friday is not the night to go to the Pour House. Just not the right crowd. On a good note, one of the bartenders was cute, and we got a free round since the other bartender was busy/lazy.
-Drive home, turn on Shaun of the Dead. I skip ahead to the "beating zombie bartender with pool cues while Queen plays in the background" scene, only to immediately fall asleep.
-Burcher comes home, I'm still asleep.
-ZZzZzzzz.....
-I wake up around 6, wonder where the hell I am, and go up to bed to fall back asleep. On a side note, that couch is damn comfy.
Saturday:
-Drive out to Alexis' for her graduation party. Pack was there, I like that kid. Lots of old people too.
-Old people leave, out come the drinking games.
-At this point, I've started wagering on beer pong games against Carrie. I win 10 straight because I don't lose. Let me repeat that a second time: I DON'T LOSE.
-Now, this is where is starts to get fun. At this point,
[The editor has deleted this part of the post due to adult content, inappropriate conduct, high-sticking, clipping, a tackle in the box resulting in a PK, and occasional profanity. Okay, lot's of profanity. If you weren't there when this part went down (and few people were), then you need not mind. Use your imagination and make up your own ending.]
Yeah, that was crazy. Was not expecting that to happen when I left the house.
Sunday:
-Wake up, wonder who I am, find donuts.
-Drive back with Turb, take a verbal barb.
-Watch Dawn of the Dead. Now, these zombies are scary. Why? They can flat out race. I mean, if they saw you, and you were alive, they were coming after your ass like there was no tomorrow. If zombies like that ever come to Earth, we're all screwed. Big time.
-Decide I need to kill zombies. Head shots for everyone!
-The zombies take offense to head shots, come attack the house. Luckily, these aren't the ones that can haul ass, so we're safe.
-Ut oh, here comes the ones that can haul ass.
-Fuck.
K bye.
posted by Rich @ 12:14 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:10 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh you can and WILL lose - July 12 - Fever Pitch = you love the BRS (you will that day)
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