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