**update**
I have a HUGE boner for Apple Computer today, as my laptop was returned to me exactly 2 business days from when I sent it; they even cleaned the screen.
**********
Hey kids, I realize the intraweb must be an incredibly boring place with my computer stuck somewhere in a truck between here an Tennessee, but I assure you it's worse for the computer, what with the filthy teamsters with their beer-stained faces.
So I'm at work poaching our designer's computer for the day and although getting the fuck out of here at 10pm on a Saturday night seemed a tasty option, the 23" plasma display G5 was screaming for me to rock a photo update.
... and I just happen to have some photos. Photos depicting awesome of such caliber that they could only become more awesome were they made of plasma ... digital, laser plasma ... digital, laser, turbo plasma.
Ladies and Fucktards, I give you:
Jet Set VI: Portland, Oregon
This was quite the different jet-set right from it's nearly aborted birth. Having become quite the inappropriate time to be taking off since I made the plans, the first week in December was starting to suck, but all the more reason to tell this mitten to fuck right off and jet out to Portland. I packed light, but still had two suitcases ... "two suitcases, MK ... you fucking girl," you might say. You may laugh, like the security screener did when she saw that the second suitcase contained nothing but three cases of the finest brew Michigan has to offer.
I was greeted at the airport by dunx and al who promptly took me to get some tacos so good that I couldn't tell if my boner was from the food or the hot-fucking-company. Oh, I guess it could have been the tequila shots at 11am - ah fuck it ... it was 2pm in Michigan.
That night we took it easy, and headed to the local pube for some pool and brew. Well, brew for me ... Dunx drinks Jameson.
I also met a new friend, the Beagle, and promptly at its ass, as any good friend should do ... take note, I may be in your town soon.
Friday we felt we had kept our awesome to ourselves for too long, and it was time we gave the world a glimpse of THIS. There was a tradition/drunken-orgie at Dunx, Al, and KtKate's alma-mater so we headed out to see who could get the most strangers to have wet-dreams about them for months to come.
This was a campus security guard, I think Al and I both scored a point - I think he was actually masturbating right then.
not to be outdone, ktkate dives in and this dude's penis literally exploded, and ruined my scarf.
Al and ktKate realize that Dunx is way hotter than that dude, and doesn't have quite the volatile genitals. Dunx realizes there's no one there worth doing except KtKate and Al ... all is well with the world, and some babies got wings or whatever.
As far as who one the contest, I don't know, because I just made it up now. It was probably America. America is the winner when we go out.
Saturday night ... um, I forget what we did ... I think it had to do with being awesome and fucking your mom.
Sunday night ... Sunday night maxx hit town and we were joined by the unflappably awesome plastic. We rocked this joint that had '80s video games and I quickly became more drunk than I have ever been in my entire life. I think The Simpsons video game accelerates the effects of alcohol - and apparently gives you a blister.
I don't really have any pictures from that night as the pants I was wearing did not permit for camera storage (yes, they were that hot, but you can check out the evidence in dunx's journal. However, just because I haven't inserted one in a couple of paragraphs, and to settle a long standing office pool about whether or not you can whack-it to a picture of tooth-brushing ...
*spurt*
The beagle was feeling left out, so Al and Dunx ... despite their sickly state, took time to wrassle.
Unfortunately, I did have to go ... and start dealing with the mess that had become of my life while I was gone. Vacations are great, until you have to work twice as hard to catch up when you get home.
So, we jailed the beagle and said our goodbyes and promises to see each other again soon.
I will say this: those are some fine, fucking people in Portland. some of the greatest, and if you go through life without them ... shame on you, loser.
I have a HUGE boner for Apple Computer today, as my laptop was returned to me exactly 2 business days from when I sent it; they even cleaned the screen.
**********
Hey kids, I realize the intraweb must be an incredibly boring place with my computer stuck somewhere in a truck between here an Tennessee, but I assure you it's worse for the computer, what with the filthy teamsters with their beer-stained faces.
So I'm at work poaching our designer's computer for the day and although getting the fuck out of here at 10pm on a Saturday night seemed a tasty option, the 23" plasma display G5 was screaming for me to rock a photo update.
... and I just happen to have some photos. Photos depicting awesome of such caliber that they could only become more awesome were they made of plasma ... digital, laser plasma ... digital, laser, turbo plasma.
Ladies and Fucktards, I give you:
Jet Set VI: Portland, Oregon
This was quite the different jet-set right from it's nearly aborted birth. Having become quite the inappropriate time to be taking off since I made the plans, the first week in December was starting to suck, but all the more reason to tell this mitten to fuck right off and jet out to Portland. I packed light, but still had two suitcases ... "two suitcases, MK ... you fucking girl," you might say. You may laugh, like the security screener did when she saw that the second suitcase contained nothing but three cases of the finest brew Michigan has to offer.
I was greeted at the airport by dunx and al who promptly took me to get some tacos so good that I couldn't tell if my boner was from the food or the hot-fucking-company. Oh, I guess it could have been the tequila shots at 11am - ah fuck it ... it was 2pm in Michigan.
That night we took it easy, and headed to the local pube for some pool and brew. Well, brew for me ... Dunx drinks Jameson.
I also met a new friend, the Beagle, and promptly at its ass, as any good friend should do ... take note, I may be in your town soon.
Friday we felt we had kept our awesome to ourselves for too long, and it was time we gave the world a glimpse of THIS. There was a tradition/drunken-orgie at Dunx, Al, and KtKate's alma-mater so we headed out to see who could get the most strangers to have wet-dreams about them for months to come.
This was a campus security guard, I think Al and I both scored a point - I think he was actually masturbating right then.
not to be outdone, ktkate dives in and this dude's penis literally exploded, and ruined my scarf.
Al and ktKate realize that Dunx is way hotter than that dude, and doesn't have quite the volatile genitals. Dunx realizes there's no one there worth doing except KtKate and Al ... all is well with the world, and some babies got wings or whatever.
As far as who one the contest, I don't know, because I just made it up now. It was probably America. America is the winner when we go out.
Saturday night ... um, I forget what we did ... I think it had to do with being awesome and fucking your mom.
Sunday night ... Sunday night maxx hit town and we were joined by the unflappably awesome plastic. We rocked this joint that had '80s video games and I quickly became more drunk than I have ever been in my entire life. I think The Simpsons video game accelerates the effects of alcohol - and apparently gives you a blister.
I don't really have any pictures from that night as the pants I was wearing did not permit for camera storage (yes, they were that hot, but you can check out the evidence in dunx's journal. However, just because I haven't inserted one in a couple of paragraphs, and to settle a long standing office pool about whether or not you can whack-it to a picture of tooth-brushing ...
*spurt*
The beagle was feeling left out, so Al and Dunx ... despite their sickly state, took time to wrassle.
Unfortunately, I did have to go ... and start dealing with the mess that had become of my life while I was gone. Vacations are great, until you have to work twice as hard to catch up when you get home.
So, we jailed the beagle and said our goodbyes and promises to see each other again soon.
I will say this: those are some fine, fucking people in Portland. some of the greatest, and if you go through life without them ... shame on you, loser.
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