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*****drunken update********

Those of you who know me are aware of the fact that I don't drink much, or at all really... there are however occasions where I will put it back hard. So tonight we went to the only bar worthy of my inebriation, the 8 Bal,l and did it up right.

This girl said her name was Jordan

She wanted in these stylish pants like a cockerspanial wants a hotdog wraped in liver strips... but we were there to drink shots of old crow and listen to Tom Waits sing about "Martha."

Later, these two girls who will be known as "Ashley" and "Heidi" would steal my stool... while I was still on it and proceed to be dumb... constantly. Actually, Ashley kept trying to make up for Heidi's intense dumb, but it was too little too late - her friend brought the average down.

When they said they wouldn't be into a Money Cake, and by money cake I mean a CAKE FILLED WITH MONEY, I had proof that they had no concept of awesome and proceeded to ignore their further attempts to woo me.

A MONEY CAKE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!?

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Training has begun again in full force post-microbial break. 1200 miles in the past 2 weeks, all I have to say is...