First bourbon of the evening. Somebody mark down 8:05 PM as the time when the wheels officially came off the wagon.
Kaki pronounced like "khaki". It's all so delightfully white trash. All the moms feel compelled to put a bigass flower on their daughters' heads and take pics.
So start whoring out your ass, duh. Jesus, Canadians wouldn't know how to put their pants on in the morning if they didn't have America to tell them the obvious.
There's only one way to solve this. Everybody gets naked and takes pictures, then we all vote on whose parts we want to see. If you disagree you hate America.
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I was opening a case of beer and got a cardboard paper cut. Across four fingers. It drew a rather disproportionate amount of blood considering the reason for injury. The solution is patron on the rocks. I'm not sure why, but that's what I'm going with.
Relocating and breaking out the netbook so I can camp closer to the squarish source of ice cold suds. Gonna watch me some 80's Kevin Costner -American Flyers.