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YeeeHaaa! Rock on baby!

I KNEW you would come through!

Much love in your direction.

you kinda look like ah piggy! let's hear you SQUEAL like a piggeh!


[Edited on May 31, 2004 8:08PM]

tommy's crazy memorial day story #1: start with drinks at b-side. i thought harmless. but the bartender that i've had the hots for for ever starts griping about how it's sooooooo slow, and then yawns. in my face. and i'm all like: well it's the fucking sahara desert over here beeeotch. who do i have to blow in this bar to get another round?

note to self: women who are supposed to be serving me the firewater but don't do the bidness properly are instantly unhot.

crush officially over. meh.

then my buddy samir showed up, and we went out to brooklyn to check a bike rally, which was moved or some such shit. i dunno. but we ran into these gutterpunks and got even drunker, and eventually i busted my ass and my bike. that part is a little blurry. matter of fact everything after this is really blurry. then back to the hood for more drinks, and one of my friends is all like "i need to get laid," and i'm all like "wrong party dickface." and then i split and ran into a kid that knew my buddy emil africa from port townshend. and this lady who kept chekcing harlem was trying to tell me how to fix the bike, which was a little jacked up from the aforemention busting of ass. at one point she rode off down the block on it and i was scared she wasn't coming back. but i was too drunk to run after her. thankfully she returned, and i convinced her that she looked like shit on my ride.

this morning was big big bad hangover, but my friend d nice swooped down from the heavens with coffee and aspirin. god bless her. and then she and i went to chinatown for some reflexology.

the end.

I know we talked this morning, and I don't have much but if you need something fun... that I can help with.

Keep that laid back - Young M.C. "roll witih the punches" attitude. It will take you so far, and keep you sane. It also impressed the hell out of me.

I'll look for you on the next episode of this old box
just kidding take a deep breath and think this problem out and a solution should present itself or go get drunk and plead on the sympathy's of your mates...

well now your talking sista souljah. i never met a drink i didn't like. or that didn't like me. hell i've even got a monogramed hip flask so i can carry my own emergency supply everywhere i go. some people say that's a bit nerdy, but now who has the booze when throats get dry? tommy does. that's who.

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you're sister is going into the reserves?? what branch?

yes, you and the Jenn can both bring the wee ones. only one at a time on the trampoline, though. house rules from mrs. G!!

sunday night definitely depends on when things end and how many people are coming into town. I know of about 3 staying at my house, and at least 10 more heads coming in for it. argh.

But I'll be having a blast, fo' sho'!!!

nope, thas me gettin' the mold for my fronts sista souljah. blam!

THAT'S IT BABY DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOU ALIVE

thanks, doll.

so much lightning today. so hot!

We really have no choice but to just be now do we.

awesome - sounds like things are looking up for you...... good good. that reminds me of a song by Tom Waits "...if you go far enough away from home, you'll be on your way back."

life is all about perspective.......

what's up dude. haven't been by in a couple and wanted to drop a note sayin hi. storms huh?

this too shall pass

you need beer & chines food stat!!!!!

right now it's the sixth round. foreman has you on the ropes. no one thinks you can win. but go watch the tape of the 8th round muhammad ali. everyone doubts you and you still knock the sucker out.

float like a butterfly. . .