So The New York Post had this to say about Kanye and Kim's wedding (I didn't even know they got married): Apparently it's getting rave reviews. The article, not the wedding.
long tournament weekend - MiniMe (who is bigger than me now so I wonder if this is still a good nickname...) played Friday evening at 6 p.m. - warmups at 5, game at 6 - 2 hours, and the commute to the games was an hour each way. Played Saturday evening, different field, but longer commute. Played this morning - 0600 wakeup, on the road by 7, on the field by 8, and we finally finished at 1830. Then the hour drive back. The shitty part is that the team they lost to today is an elite team playing in the non-elite bracket. They've been rumbling through and destroying the other teams, our guys held them to only ten runs. After losing a shortstop/pitcher to a dislocated patella, so having no bench. Rough rough game, but the boys held their own and didn't let them make doormats of them. Douche move on the coaches' part I think. Anyhow - it's beer time. Hi y'all.
Holy fuck what a loooong few days. I've been packing and getting ready for the move out to BC, and was supposed to head out at the crack of dawn yesterday. My currently revised departure time is 4am Tuesday. Soooo much shit to get done, and soooo little time. I was thinking of powering through it tonight to leave in the morning, but said "fuck it", and am now going to have a beer or three. I fully expect to wake up on the couch in the morning still holding that third beer.
Maybe not drunk speak, but to be fair, Jen already came out of retirement. And it was glorious. In other news, I shot my potato canon across the bow of some drunk rednecks on the river yesterday. One of them screamed "PO TAY TOOO!" amidst a chorus of "woooohs!" Good times.
What happens during a memorial day BBQ when you have some dry ice and a couple if immature guys? Dry ice bombs. Dam those things are fun. The girlfriends may have been pissed but fuck it, it was fun.
Isle Vista shooter's 140-page manifesto published by NY Times I'm all for making information public, but part of me thinks this is just pushing it a tad.
I can't believe I'm actually skimming through this. This kid's view of himself is all over the place.
I thought you left days ago. I reserved us a table at Comedy Monday Night. Ahhh, fuck it, I'm way too drunk to make it tomorrow anyway. Next Monday?
The fact that this even exists shows what a self-entitled, self-centered, little douchebag prick this kid was. If you actually go through life and enter your mid 20s with no friends, the problem is YOU, not the rest of society. Screw the Times for even publishing this childish bullshit. And that's all I've got to say about that.
Boo-hoo poor pitiful me. Try being hated and abused by your welfare parents if you want a "rough upbringing". He's as worthless as that shitty bio.
Some of the keys from my keyboard are in the balloons. When I pulled my last balloon trick, I filled them with plastic spiders and glitter.
Your coworkers are assholes. Funny assholes, but still smelly and covered in shit. I could see myself having drinks with them.
We did it to a coworker for his birthday with glitter inside. The fine, dust-like glitter. For months afterwards, every time I saw him at work, there was glitter somewhere - on his face, shirt, hands, somewhere.
Psht. Joke's on them. I'm only at this job until the end of this week. I'm leaving the balloons up. Let the next fucker in this office deal with them. HAH.