sorry

i am taking this time to apologize to margus, he still shotguns beers. a better man than i

honerable mention

so i met a couple of cats up at benchwarmer bobs on friday night to hit up a little happy hour, which is like all fucking day but i wouldnt bitch about that, i like those odds. on the way there i stopped at marathon to get some smoke and i saw this fucking squirl sitting on top of a garbage can, just chillin like it was his home.

back to the story at hand, so getting at bobs i see a crew of cats that i havent seen in a while, Mr Stacy Bauer came out which he probably will not be allowed to do again in the near future since i havent seen him that drunk in a blue moon

yeah time really started flyin as did the beers and jag bombs and shit i don't remember anything after 11 when we left

all i really know is that this mother has got some mad dance moves

do you remember...

...when we were still young

still shotguned beers

still hung out with these fuckers

still danced on tables

i guess the only thing that stayed the same is that i still look like im fifteen, still look like hell in the mornings, and can still be found wondering off to puke in strange areas

i got your clock tower right here

there s only one person that will get that but whatever. so i won t lie if i saw this troll lookin mother fucker in a hole i wouldn t go spelunking

by the by after sobering up today we four went up to gooseberry fals and it was friggin awsome. before today i always thought of sister E as one of those panty waiste ass girly women but she is a mad trooper, she evan did some free rock climbing which was only like ten or twelve feet but still balsy for a girl that really doesnt know how to climb

she took this pic of me on my second time up (just show you that girls got a ballbag) so me and katie got mad silly on some rock climbing, river forging and hiking while these two who; dont get me wrong i love as if they were family members, were about as useless as tits on a bull during the excursion

and at the end of everything katie even tried taggin a damn chicken in the ass, this is the def of love for a saturday

cold hot spot

me, the lovelies and this sun of a bitch went to go see a show last night. Heir uspecs and some and some crazy band named digital, on the side of havin this chick bein sexy as hell while, she rocked the mic


after heirospecs rocked the crandle like only brothers from the mpls could hands were waving like mutha fuckas just don t care

still had fun in the city that never gets warm and found a way to loose everyone i was with on the way back except - siter E