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Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Word to your mothers

It was an exciting weekend: friends getting married, other friends getting drunk at the sight of said friends getting married, driving through huge freakin thunderstorms in a Saturn with the structural stability of a waterski, and getting the all-day stomach-cramping volcanic liqui-shits (probably related to the celebration of newly married friends).

Yes, it was a good day.  Or four.

Lessons learned this weekend:
1. Yes, cigarettes will float in the pool, but no, they will not stay lit.
2. I can float in the pool as well, but unlike the cigarettes, I stay lit.
3. When the hotel pay-per-view goes out, and they promise to comp you three movies the next day for your troubles, the hotel pay-per-view will likely still be out the next day.
4. Pack extra socks.

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