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Monday, January 15, 2007

And, We're Back

In the haze of a severe hangover and a bit twitchy from driving all damn day, I am fondly replaying this weekend's memories with family and friends. Among all of the highlights and highballs, which you'll get soon whether you want them or not, I can't shake my disappointment that I didn't flash my boobs at all.

In the Comments section, tell me a regret from your weekend. Bonus points for anyone who actually performed a service act today in celebration of Dr. King (blow jobs DO count) OR anyone who flashed their boobs.

Note: Brinki Dink had such a good idea to combine the "Who in the Hell is She Talking About?" section with the descriptions (which are still giving me fits and are woefully far behind--I'll have this mess straightened up by tomorrow evening, I swear on my hair, because I lurve and respect all of you as individuals and artists and all of that crap.)

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10 Comments:

  • At 12:31 AM , Blogger James Burnett said...

    I didn't give any of "those" jobs, but I did give a tip to a homeless guy. I told him to put a sawbuck on #5 in the 2nd race at the local horse track.

     
  • At 8:22 AM , Blogger mist1 said...

    I don't remember the weekend, I do remember last night. Sort of. I am pretty sure that I shouldn't be allowed online after drinking wine all day to celebrate my civil rights.

     
  • At 9:37 AM , Blogger M@ said...

    I celebrated MiLK Day by going out and buying myself a new coffee table at Marlo's furniture. But they threw me a curve. Apparently, I would have to drive to their "nearby" warehouse to pick it up.

    I was too stoned to make it. Mission partly accomplished.

     
  • At 10:54 AM , Blogger Starboard Tack said...

    If you didn't flash your boobs at all this past weekend, how can I expect the forthcoming "highlights and highball" stories to be interesting?

     
  • At 12:28 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I regret I didn't have more time to hang out!!!!!Ya know for not having a life I seem petty freaking busy as of late!!! I was so excited to see you though and I am glad you made it home safe!!!!Did anything exciting happen after I left???I didn't realize I didn't tell you about "making out" with Howard. Ashley tells the story the best. I think it may be becuase she was the only sober one in a group of very, very drunk people!!!

     
  • At 5:58 PM , Blogger Tom Bailey said...

    Ok, I do not have woman boobs... but do manboobs count? If they do then yes I flashed them briefly when going out to get the mail.

     
  • At 8:50 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I find that ending most sentences with "and all of that crap" just makes life a little bit rosier.

    -grampa

     
  • At 10:25 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    It's really hard to believe you didn't flash some hunka hunka trucker just once. C'mon!!

    Regret from the weekend? Um...none whatsoever!

     
  • At 12:35 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I lied. I'm so far behind, ya'll. Someone take my hair because the side bar isn't updated. Poop.

    I love gambling, James Burnett. I am terrible at it, so I have to be mindful not to become homeless.

    You gotta fight for your righ to party, Mist.

    Hmm, how very metro of you, Matty.

    ST, weekends might have been made for. Michelob, but my boobs were made for any time. I'm flashing you right now, my dear.

    YOU were suprised you didn't tell me, K? I WAS surprised. I love me some gay men. We ended up at Joe's, of course, and wrote things about ourselves on the walls.

    Tommy, I like boobs of all sorts, but I'm wondering where you live that you can run around shirtless in January? Do you have a spare room?

    Gramps, you are a jewel among men and shit.

    Incidentally, FC&F, I am fascinated with the whole idea of a trucker bomb. What the hell?

     
  • At 3:26 PM , Blogger Tom Bailey said...

    California, it was cold though this weekend.

     

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