I went out with some co-workers this evening (being a good manager) against Mrs. Tame's wishes. I drank way too much. Ended up at a friend's house - I have vague recollections of a bong being passed ( I didn't partake) and an arm-wrestling contest.<br><br>
Now it's almost 3, I'm ****ed up, and I promised the Mrs. I would get up early, run 5 miles, and get fitted for a tuxedo (I'm in a wedding) by noon. I also promised Tame, Jr I would supervise a sleepover tomorrow night.<br><br><br><br>
Saturday is gonna ****ing suck. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/sad.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="
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(On the plus side, I am the Alchohol King among my cohorts still... ) <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="
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Now it's almost 3, I'm ****ed up, and I promised the Mrs. I would get up early, run 5 miles, and get fitted for a tuxedo (I'm in a wedding) by noon. I also promised Tame, Jr I would supervise a sleepover tomorrow night.<br><br><br><br>
Saturday is gonna ****ing suck. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/sad.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="
(On the plus side, I am the Alchohol King among my cohorts still... ) <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="