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:: Wednesday, November 23, 2005 ::
Fine! fine, i'll write something although its not going to be the bag filled with infant-insect hybrids like I promised. I've strung those pitious beasts together in a fine net created solely to chisel my footbutter from the tub.
no, i wasnt the one close to a fight with pizza guy, it was infact my buddy who apparently, upon calling for information on our tardy pies was faced with the "f" word from a manager. There was talk of beatdowns but my buds wife spied him before he left the house and put the stop to it.
Instead we watched UFC 56 which despite being a relatively ho-hum afair included a spectular knockout of Nate "the Rock" Quarry. Catching a full left jab in the face, went stiff as a board and fell to the matt, his right arm and leg raised and his toes and fingers curled in a sickening display of brain trauma. Awesome.
I hope to do the same to Sean someday
Bad news is taht i wont be around for Rees' bachelor party. gay
:: sandy 7:56 PM [+] ::
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