He'll be mad, but he'll settle down once his mother comes down to the basement and tells him to keep it down.
My most identifying characteristic (for easy recognition): I carry a giant yellow purse. Obnoxiously yellow. I'm shocked that it's 10am of the day of this meet-up and there's no drunk thread. I was seriously expecting over/unders on this shindig.
I'm distinct by being tall, fat, and will be sober all night. Tell your raid leader that there will be girls there, including girls you may have at one time already have seen the boobs of. He wont believe you, but if he did he'd totally understand.
I think you should invite that moron who made Hooker take her boobies off the boobie thread. For that I would find a way to get there just so I could beat the ever loving shit out of him. (I only just recently found out her boobies were removed from the thread).
But is it really worth being banned from the guild for three entire days? Think about that for a second. Three whole days without WoW - what would I fill up my time with? How would I live? Is such a thing even possible? I've heard of ridiculous things such as people who don't even play WoW actually existing, but I dismissed such stories as either fanciful rumors or the jumbled rantings of a diseased mind. In hindsight, having never left my hydraulically-sealed bunker for fear of outside contamination, I never investigated those tales myself. Perhaps it is true. Then again, I suppose you'll have some sort of absurd idea on how to spend those three days. I'm sure you'll have something ludicrous in mind like getting drunk and having sex with these so-called "women" you keep speaking of. Mythical creatures, they can't possibly exist. Nothing could bleed for five days and still survive. I'm pretty easy to recognize. I'm 6'4'', blonde, and I wear a black pair of glasses.
I always assumed he was coming and he made up that stuff about not making it just to make his entrance more grand.. Tonight before you know it, the Iron Giant will crash through the bar window swinging in on a rope attached to a helicopter.
Someone should have had a banner made for the event. "Riddick Caparzo's Fast & Furious Boiler Room Fuckpile Hoedown" That's what I would have named it if someone asked me to name it.
You can still type straight, you're not drunk enough. That being said, y'all have a great time! I'm envious that you were able to pull it together for a meet up.
It just occurred to me that I have no way of finding out where you guys are, seeing as I have no idea what you look like. Are you guys hanging out at one of the upper floors? I wouldn't mind PMing one of you folks my cell so I can know where to go. I'm at Ryerson right now, five minutes away from the bar.