I ran into my friend Greg at the pub last night and this morning my head hurts. But I read this from The Waiter and pass it along for my theologically-minded blog buddies' reading pleasure.
For my godless blog buddies...revel in the fact that I'm hung over. And, that's right, it's Monday and I'm not working.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Not much...
Posted by Shawn at 12:38 PM
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So the lesson is don't go messin around in other people's bidnez without their permission... Even if you think you're doing good, you could end up in a Three's Company type condundrum and then where will you be? Drinking alone at the Regal Beagle...
Pho, Shawn. Better than aspirin + water. Not sure if they have Vietnamese restaurants in Wisconsin though. :p
Hold up. ALERT! That aspirin looks like it might be expired!
I will so meet all y'all at the Regal Beagle. You name the date.
Wait, it's Tuesday and you're not blogging yet. Damn old-timey pain relievers . . .
Oh Kris...you were just minutes ahead of me.
If we all show up, the Regal Beagle will be hopping. We're talkin' Mr. Roper dancin' on the tables crazy...
Hungover? Christ, I had a bottle of Korbel, and felt fine. You on the other hand were drinking beer! Hell, do you know how much beer it would take me to get drunk, much less hungover? Me either, but I know I'd get a yeast infection from it first. Get out more often and your pussy might not hurt so much.
Love, Gregg
Fine...I admit that I was milking the hungover bit a little. My head did hurt though. Probably from butting it with your extremely hard one (head that is...) over politics.
And...since when do airline bottles count as whole bottles?
The burger tasted like crap, by the way. How hard is it to cook one medium well burger? I miss Stu and Jimmy back there in the kitchen.
I'll come out and play more if my mom lets me.
Kisses.
As a waittress, I ADORE the Waiter!
Deep dude, very deep. Are you sure this guy is just a waiter and not someone more important?
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