Wednesday, March 4, 2009

scissor face

We're at Cahills absolutely hating life and watching Pitt take Marquette into a prison shower. Our buddy stood us up like its prom night and we've rammed down two Guinea and one of e wraths Vikes. If captain cockwart behind the bar looks in our direction once more, he's getting choked out with his brown dishtowel.

Don't be shocked if you live in the rice mil area and hear an air raid siren. Some one bleeds tonight...

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