Saturday's fuckery is almost 3 days history and I'm still licking my wounds. No, I'm not talking about the Vols loss, I expected them to get their arses kicked. I'm talking about my inability to walk down the street without running face-first into a concrete light pole and scarring my handsome visage. I have a recent history of this behavior. The strawberry on my cheek looks something like that brown growth thing on Drew Brees' face. And I should point out that this occurred on the way to the game, not well into the evening after consuming way too many cocktails. I can't even remember most of that night and from what I've been told I don't want to. I'm down, but not out. Maimed, not broken. I'll be back.
9.23.2008
Sheepish Tuesday
Saturday's fuckery is almost 3 days history and I'm still licking my wounds. No, I'm not talking about the Vols loss, I expected them to get their arses kicked. I'm talking about my inability to walk down the street without running face-first into a concrete light pole and scarring my handsome visage. I have a recent history of this behavior. The strawberry on my cheek looks something like that brown growth thing on Drew Brees' face. And I should point out that this occurred on the way to the game, not well into the evening after consuming way too many cocktails. I can't even remember most of that night and from what I've been told I don't want to. I'm down, but not out. Maimed, not broken. I'll be back.
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