My hands were shaking so bad
by the time I got to Newark Airport,
the last leg before the van home,
I had to wait until no one was looking
and drink the 1st gulp of my beer w/
the glass on the bar or I would have
spilled it.

Fuckin' pathetic.

Rare introspection... Nice though.

Well, for my small part in making LCLF04 and LF05 painful for you, you have my apologies. I will say that beating you got kind of fun after a while.

I enjoyed the beating.

The other shit is too complicated
and silly and other shit to even
go into/back to.

Rare introspection?

I've kinda laid my life out
here like a dissected frog
since the start.

Just not in the last year or so.

Glad to hear you are feeling better LL, and good to see you posting more now.

Sorry I missed the LFs, but I'm an eternal no-show.

Gullet did get mugged -- by idiocy.

Take it from me: you can. You have, actually.

La connerie ne tue pas.

All right. All that shit's in the past. Let's get on with the new shit starting now.

tag, you're it!

You're it, no touch backs!

Or Backs.

Like you'd want to.

'Cept Peeps.
She knows.

When Bad Fuckin' Backs turns into Mad Fuckin' Max?

One in the same.
I am multi-faceted.

And two faced.

At least.

Everyone loves a shindig at the Mini-mansion so well.
Mebbe they can go party with your erstwife.

She was here in 03 and
no one noticed.

Including me.

There are fucks headed this
way before I go, but they may
not converge all simultaneous.

And I need one last run at
NYC w/Slate.

When you run at NYC,
it runs back at you.

Um, no.
It embraces me w/all it's
glory and love.

"She was here in 03 and
no one noticed."

wasn't she the one drinking yuengling premium through the whole fest.

Yep.
And her gay boy buddies ate
all the enchilada casserole in
the living room.

You and I slept through
the big ass fire a block
away.

I nodded off on the guest
bed w/Festus night one and
woke up to Digit Boy w/his
mouth open like a 2 car
garage door.

Best weather of any LF that
year. I went downstairs and
Festus and Smuttty were
yakkin' in the bar and I proceeded
to make and then promptly
spill and entire pot of coffee.

After that was an Eye Opener.

" I proceeded
to make and then promptly
spill and entire pot of coffee."

into a boom box on the floor

"You and I slept through
the big ass fire a block
away. "

you mean you two didn't hear all the fire trucks rolling by...
ummm, no? you?

when there are only two, it's called two-sided.

Always better than one-sided, though.

Come to think of it, except for the beard and hair, there's an uncanny resemblence...

yep, she gave me my first taste of that shit.

i'll never forgive her for that.

after speaking to me for about a quick minute, she was off again to the other room to ingore us and talk with her boring friends.

hey, maybe it was me who drove her away, now that i think about it.

i seem to have that effect on the wimmins.

If it was you, you didn't drive
her far enough away.

I had to finish the job
myself a year and
a half later.

i meant from the LF.

although i wonder if her taste in beer improved as much as her taste in men...

Yuengling beer now, not lager.

ick.

so has she shacked up with another pug fugly yet?

It was a bad time. Partying in a Motel 6, on a strip, in the spring. We enabled each other and told ourselves that everyone drinks this much.

I completely forgot about the broken rib you two sent me home with. The trip up with Cros was a blast, but I recall little of it. Someone shoulda taken more pics.

"Its."

You've been missed!

Welcome back, sir.

Ha!!!
His last name is Pugsley!!

That whole bein' stuck out in
the fuckin' middle of nowhere
shit during LCLF04 only made
it that much worse.

Nowhere to go, nuthin' to do.

Fuckin' Everett.

The only thing we really shared
was severe food poisoning.

Courtesy of Sponge Bob's
horrible public behavior.

After many visits to Tempe by the Sponge,
I've learned the trick.

Keep one foot under the table, in the crotch, ready to kick.

Keeps the fucker in line.

He was an asshole.
A family moved because
of his mouth in a public
restaurant.

Not cool.

And he pissed off the
waiter and 4 of the 5 of
us got really, really, sick.

I once caught a used bandaid in my hamburger after my drunk step-dad threw a fit at the drive-through.

Never a good idea to piss off those serving your food...

Ain't gotta tell me.

Fluffy G. had to go to the
hospital and lost about 2 stone
in weight.

I believed, at one point in
my malaise, I was
having a heart attack and thought
that was great because my
misery would soon be over.

der Cros and Dinklestein were
both xot as well.