That was fun.
I'm a bit hungover and a little bit of an asshole when I mix beer and jager.
Does "Actor starting with zed!! Too slow and I'm Canadian!! DRINK!!" mean anything to anyone.
I still feel like reminiscing cryptically and hoping someone else remembers my little anecdote of most un-canadian assholery... so here is a hint. You need to get someone to drop in here who might remembe this where these pictures were taken.
As for recent history, Painted_Wings filled me in on more of the details of what I actually did late last Saturday. I rcalled from the little videos I took how I was yelling at the top of my lungs at my friends including not just my usual flashing, but stumbling onto the House of Ass back porch and lifting my kilt for all and sundry and then not dropping it back down for nearly a full minute when she finally got up to leave saying "Alright... I guess that I had better take him home right now." The hostess' relieved response to her was "Thanks. My hero."
It was not just any beer either, I now recall. It was much PBR mixed with much Jager... which is the precise same recipe that awoke my inner asshole 3 years ago (see above). I'm always a little surprised and amused when I let that happen to me.
Anyhow, enough of that. I have a job to do. rawr_ima_monster was unaware that the text message he sent about 24 hours ago would inspire my self-appointed historian status, but I have to go and chronicle more of the branches in the history of a certain card game...
