GrillMaster and I had a interesting version of Steve Miller Band's "The Joker" going, air guitars and all, but then lost in on Zepplin's "Black Dog". Yabo
I worked late. I worked yesterday. I worked today. I'll be working late tomorrow. I'm REALLY glad I get paid by the hour.
Got there, gave The GrillMaster my check for the Cowbell tshirt, bought everyone a round in honor of The Strongest's win in the Copa Libertadores, had many more drinks with Vlad, Tommy et all, actually watched in amazement as The GrillMaster and others GOT DOWN to some Eminem,staggered to the Metro, stopped at Taco Bell on the way home. All in all, another successful Happy Hour.
While you all were the entertainment of the evening...I was recovering from a cold at my place, Dick Cheney and Colin Powell called up to confer about the war effort and gettin' my a$$ down there... Chico...el tigre did all right...next week its Corinthians in miracle bra land!
You had a cold, you were sick, blah, blah, blah. Etcheverrita had you firmly under her thumb at home. Come on out next time, wusss.
NOpe...the angry linguine was out with her friends up until 11pm...Colin Powell, you doin' me wrong man!
If it's televised we should hook up and watch it, if not we expect you at the next HH. No excuses.....