Another Day

i dread the weekend. that's right, i will be the home base man for a bunch of professional drinkers that are coming in from out of town for a wedding...a wedding that i am actually in. what really scares me is the impending visit from my little brother. the competition does not stop at how much meat we can eat. oh no, there will be the shot contest as well. when 250 pound men do to doing shots in abundance, things get broken. i just have to figure out which bars i never want to go back to...ever again.

on a lighter note, i remain a handsome man with an ass you can bounce quarters ten feet off of. there will be more bass than i can handle soon anyway. shall we name the bar forkbeard's landing?