After two pitchers and half a quart of whiskey the Wave was almost fun.
Almost.
At least I didn't get into any fights or fall out of any trees.
Almost.
At least I didn't get into any fights or fall out of any trees.
Matt: ('mat) n. -- 28 year old Daddy, kickass dude, professional adventurer, and Saggitarian. Loves: Beauty, his boys, tunes, sports, his family and his buddies. Hates: Brussell sprouts, tuition, and Americans. Fears: Sock puppets and the world. Both our actions in it, and what the results from them will be.
2 Comments:
aww, but falling out of trees is ALWAYS a good time!
i wish i could remember the last time i did that...wait..i never did! what am i doing with my life?!?!!
you'd miss the wave if you were many many provinces away from it, though, i bet.
i sure do :(
the only way one could drink enough alcohol to make the wave fun, is if they drank till they passed out.
kudo's for the valiant effort my friend.
fuck i hate that place.
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