Monday, September 26, 2005

It's So Damn Hot... Milk Was a Bad Choice

Another great day out with the guys was nearly ruined by games that were not for the squeamish. You can read about them elsewhere, though; I won't waste your time. Suffice it to say that none of the games resembled the 42-3 blowouts of weeks past.

Jay proved to be a startlingly good fit with Chris and Jeff; he'd barely said hello to Teso before popping him in the mouf with some unprintable insults. And THAT, my friends, is the quickest way to Jeff's heart.

That, and meatballs.

Gay meatballs.

Gay meatballs cooked up by Enzo.

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Anyway, a great time was had by all. I made some new 300 lb.+ friends, Chris found some new men in his life to chat up and get phone numbers from, Jay killed a man with a trident, and Teso watched the Bledsoe commercial over and over and over again. Before the Bills had even lost... so you KNOW it was a great day for him.

By the way, Jay, you should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.

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Work today... is going to be a grind. Maybe I can outsource it?

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