Archive for July, 2003
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Friday, July 11th, 2003Sweet holy hell, it’s time to float the motherscratchin’ Illinois River. People, I’ve got a feeling this is gonna be big. What started as Max Power drunkenly imploring Darleece and I to float the river with him and Chesty LaRue has snowballed into a full-on low-point beer extravaganza, complete with everybody Max & Chesty knows, [...]
Evidence, comma, damning
Thursday, July 10th, 2003I used Mac.com’s previously useless photo album feature to post scans of Agent Foxxy Boxing’s stellar photos of Dr. Voltron and Shaniqua’s wedding. I was a little disappointed there wasn’t a more humorously inappropriate template to post them in, but all told, I suppose the school bus theme will do. They’re really best viewed in [...]
… When they’ve seen gay Paree?
Wednesday, July 9th, 2003Man. You take a few days off from Hulk boxing, and all of a sudden there’s nothing to write about. Except, rejoice! Agent Foxxy Boxing has returned from th’ big city, and from being wooed by an entire municipality. At this point it’s starting to seem like Agent F.B. is a company that’s planning to [...]
… Aaaaand, one more time.
Sunday, July 6th, 2003I tell you, we’re on some kind of a roll here. This weekend kicked off and kept rolling, not unlike some kind of gigantic bowling ball made of snow. And fireworks. And booze, and hulk gloves. Last night was … well, much the same, I guess, but that’s not to make it seem mundane. There [...]
Drink. Slur. Dance. Repeat.
Saturday, July 5th, 2003I didn’t really expect another drunk-ass evening out of last night, but since I didn’t plan on not getting drunk, apparently I did anyway. Jimmy Jam and I went to a party (small gathering) hosted by his OJ Benefactor’s son’s girlfriend, if you can follow that. While sweating and watching humanity out on the back [...]
BOOM! BANG! POW! SMASH!
Friday, July 4th, 2003holycraaaaaaap. The shit has once again been tore up, yo. We rang in some 4th of July starting last night on the 3rd, since, y’know, we’ve got the day off and all. We hit some dinner at Cafe Ole, which paradoxically has the greatest margaritas and patio in all of Northeastern Oklahoma, but is constantly [...]
I’m a model, you know what I mean …
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003Sometimes I think that no matter how many times I see that awful bitch get booted off “America’s Next Top Model,” it’ll never be enough. It’s not just wonderful that, after an hour plus an entire series of being just inexcusably awful (plus not shutting up for one goddamn second about what a great big [...]
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