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Last night friends came into town. There was an incident with pushing a car half a mile. Also, an update from my lawyer:
J: My parent's bought me a hatchet.
B: Wow, that's amazing.
J: It's in my car, want to see it?
B: Uhm.
He goes and retreives said hatchet. I am impressed. Later:
J: We'll leave it here so your roommate gets freaked out.
And, I didn't remember this, but our happy hour ritual began because Liberty's would give you a beer and three hot-wings for a dollar. The real roots: hunger, not alcoholism.
J: My parent's bought me a hatchet.
B: Wow, that's amazing.
J: It's in my car, want to see it?
B: Uhm.
He goes and retreives said hatchet. I am impressed. Later:
J: We'll leave it here so your roommate gets freaked out.
And, I didn't remember this, but our happy hour ritual began because Liberty's would give you a beer and three hot-wings for a dollar. The real roots: hunger, not alcoholism.
3 Comments:
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Anonymous, 10:40 AM
Anonymous, 10:40 AM
It was a nice hatchet
It was an awesome hatchet, anonymous.
I guess they can have a sense of humor, and not just have all the jokes about them.
--Marie