for a (on-again, off-again close) friend of 10 years; consisted of 4 xboxes linked together and a few swilly beers.
i wish i could describe the nuances and weirdness of it as intricate, anecdotal prose for the people that read this board, but i won't. your posts smell of shit and most of you can fuck right the fuck off.
suffice to say, i would have felt sorry for any poor stripping woman to enter that place.
as the party wound down, a bunch of us sat around on a porch and somehow the conversation turned to vasectomies.
the main proponent was a 40ish loudmouth italian dude getting drunk on seabreezes who ran a fantasy football league and fronted a long-island based "new wave funk" band in the early 80's. he said they were signed to a major label.
goddamnit. this isn't working.
i wish i could describe the nuances and weirdness of it as intricate, anecdotal prose for the people that read this board, but i won't. your posts smell of shit and most of you can fuck right the fuck off.
suffice to say, i would have felt sorry for any poor stripping woman to enter that place.
as the party wound down, a bunch of us sat around on a porch and somehow the conversation turned to vasectomies.
the main proponent was a 40ish loudmouth italian dude getting drunk on seabreezes who ran a fantasy football league and fronted a long-island based "new wave funk" band in the early 80's. he said they were signed to a major label.
goddamnit. this isn't working.