Friday, February 12, 2010

Here's How I Feel About Tomorrow's Game

I know it's not a bachelor party, but I can't think of a better way to describe the debauchery that will ensue. Find a sitter for the kid and dog, set the proper expectations with the piece, withdraw plenty of cash BEFORE you get to Poto and/or Silk and wear your drinking pants.

5 comments:

Rubie Q said...

My drinking pants were murdered by some assholes years ago. I miss you, drinking pants.

Devil's Threesome said...

Was I that asshole? Sounds like something I would do.

Mr. Rumsfield's Brownies said...

I am totally in...no wifey, pocket full of money, Liedl! and making sure Rubie doesn't bitch out at 11pm. Can't wait!

Rubie Q said...

Yeah, it was you and Mr. R's Brownies. Ripped the back pockets right off my drinkin' pants and turned them into drinkin' chaps. Assholes.

You are a Baffoon said...

Where is the rallying point?