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Isn't it odd how holidays can be even more breakneck than the daily grind? New Year's Eve found this gentleman bouncing around from place to place like a Tourette's-laden mongoose. With a jetpack.
Went to Charlie's. Had a Reuben. Good flavor overall, but the corned beef wasn't quite as lean as I like and while I prefer my sauerkraut to be pungent as all get out, this stuff was slightly sweet. Perhaps they use Bread 'n' Butters in their 1000 island? I don't know. Also, the rye bread was a mite soggooey.
Final reuben Score: B
OK, still at Charlie's. Saw my friend Ben (who literally looks like a hobo -- it's fantastic) and my friend Brooklyn (who bought a house with this guy she met in Thailand and promptly left him...what a little heartbreaker she is) and my friend Sam (who refers to stomachaches as "food babies" -- gross AND hilarious) and my friend Sarah (with whom I made out profusely later that evening).
Then bounced over to chez Trevallion with toga in tow. Relaxed. Drank 1.5 beers. Watched snippets of 5 truly horrific porno...flicks? Flicks is proabably too classy a word. Ate 3 donuts. Mocked 1 obnoxious doofus. Met 2 new SGers. Witnessed at least 5 spankings. Drank 1 cup of coffee. Listened to Luminaire apologize 14 times for...um..something...I guess. Squeezed the bejeezus out of 1 eminently squeezable ass. Made out with 1 hot chick.
And then he was gone....man alive....life sure is comforting when quantified, eh?
Then I hopped on the 7 up to Capitol Hill to meet the usual gang of idiots at Linda's. Quick note:
NEW YEAR'S EVE WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT.
Linda's gave last call at 1:05 AM (1:20 Bar Time)
Linda's made everyone leave at 1:30 AM (1:45 Bar Time)
Linda's hours are posted as: Open until 2 AM every night.
Linda's CLOSED at 1:30 on NEW YEAR"S EVE which fell on a goddamned FRIDAY!!!
Linda's is now the official "pussiest bar in Seattle".
1:30 AM. That is fucking LAME, guys. Come ON...
Went to my friend Katie's house with aforementioned gang of idiots. Katie works at a coffee shop. She has NO RESPONSIBILITIES. She makes $12 an hour plus tips. You may all begin weeping now. I know I did. But I felt better after I peed all over her refrigerator and tea cozies....in my head. Irregardless, see paragraph 3 for the highlight of said shindig. And seriously, irregardless really should be a word because it is fucking hilarious.
Then I went home and masturbated 9 times. I couldn't help it -- I was watching Stella and Michael Ian Black is so hot (but David Wain looks like a diseasey monkey).
Later kids...I'm off to work. But here's some hot puzzle action for you:
Today:
PHONY SUFFERING
(Hint: you probably imbibed some, you lush)
Previous:
ARBITRARY DEGREE MACHINE GUN MIXED UP SAM
NTH UZI ASM
ENTHUSIASM
Isn't it odd how holidays can be even more breakneck than the daily grind? New Year's Eve found this gentleman bouncing around from place to place like a Tourette's-laden mongoose. With a jetpack.
Went to Charlie's. Had a Reuben. Good flavor overall, but the corned beef wasn't quite as lean as I like and while I prefer my sauerkraut to be pungent as all get out, this stuff was slightly sweet. Perhaps they use Bread 'n' Butters in their 1000 island? I don't know. Also, the rye bread was a mite soggooey.
Final reuben Score: B
OK, still at Charlie's. Saw my friend Ben (who literally looks like a hobo -- it's fantastic) and my friend Brooklyn (who bought a house with this guy she met in Thailand and promptly left him...what a little heartbreaker she is) and my friend Sam (who refers to stomachaches as "food babies" -- gross AND hilarious) and my friend Sarah (with whom I made out profusely later that evening).
Then bounced over to chez Trevallion with toga in tow. Relaxed. Drank 1.5 beers. Watched snippets of 5 truly horrific porno...flicks? Flicks is proabably too classy a word. Ate 3 donuts. Mocked 1 obnoxious doofus. Met 2 new SGers. Witnessed at least 5 spankings. Drank 1 cup of coffee. Listened to Luminaire apologize 14 times for...um..something...I guess. Squeezed the bejeezus out of 1 eminently squeezable ass. Made out with 1 hot chick.
And then he was gone....man alive....life sure is comforting when quantified, eh?
Then I hopped on the 7 up to Capitol Hill to meet the usual gang of idiots at Linda's. Quick note:
NEW YEAR'S EVE WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT.
Linda's gave last call at 1:05 AM (1:20 Bar Time)
Linda's made everyone leave at 1:30 AM (1:45 Bar Time)
Linda's hours are posted as: Open until 2 AM every night.
Linda's CLOSED at 1:30 on NEW YEAR"S EVE which fell on a goddamned FRIDAY!!!
Linda's is now the official "pussiest bar in Seattle".
1:30 AM. That is fucking LAME, guys. Come ON...
Went to my friend Katie's house with aforementioned gang of idiots. Katie works at a coffee shop. She has NO RESPONSIBILITIES. She makes $12 an hour plus tips. You may all begin weeping now. I know I did. But I felt better after I peed all over her refrigerator and tea cozies....in my head. Irregardless, see paragraph 3 for the highlight of said shindig. And seriously, irregardless really should be a word because it is fucking hilarious.
Then I went home and masturbated 9 times. I couldn't help it -- I was watching Stella and Michael Ian Black is so hot (but David Wain looks like a diseasey monkey).
Later kids...I'm off to work. But here's some hot puzzle action for you:
Today:
PHONY SUFFERING
(Hint: you probably imbibed some, you lush)
Previous:
ARBITRARY DEGREE MACHINE GUN MIXED UP SAM
NTH UZI ASM
ENTHUSIASM
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The spot I was heading to on new years closed before 1:00 even rolled around!.... (pussies)......
Wish I could have been there for the spankings.... but alas, I was here....... Boo
And yes, Michael Ian Black is way hot. He inspires me to masturbate pretty often.
Did you know that he was one of the possibilities for Craig Kilborn's replacement-and they chose someone else?
That made me yell ANGRY THINGS!
I napped today. I am proud of me. My brain might start to function properly again soon. Hope!