Super Snagglepuss

It was like Superman fly backwards around the sun and sent me back in time. I haven’t been at a house party where someone passed out face down in a bathroom for years. I almost would have guessed that part of my life was gone.

I did what any good person would do in the situation. I got out the permanent marker. But this guy was smart. He was more intelligent than the usual passed out drunk. His head was propped up against the door. After a couple good bangs, I managed to get his head out of the way enough so I could reach around the door with the marker. I was lacking creativity at the time and had quite a few drinks myself so the only thing that came to mind was SNAGGLEPUSS. I don’t know why.


I can’t wait for the Superman movie. It’s going to be great.
I’m getting little tired of people saying Superman is gay because of his duel identities. I hope, when Superman saves you from a burning building and you call him a fag, he drops you onto the pavement.

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Damn beer, why must you taste so good?

I think I acurately described the evening in drunken slur quite well. I might have been a little hard on the unlovely ladies, and Joel wouldn't kill anyone. Unless, they stole his homework or threatened Rolf.

Since being back in Calgary, I've managed to find someone to party with each night. It's great seeing old friends and making new ones.

I'm loving World Cup. Go England, Germany and Holland.

For people still checking in on the site, Joel is writing the most incredible post ever. That's what he tells me. This post is going to blow the blogging world away. I think it's title is magnum.

Bitches

So, me and my friends are sitting at are both minding our own business, when a lemon hits my friend in the face.

I wasn't paying attention, but this was the third one. He flips his beer over the booth and hits the culprits. They become upset and decide to take their anger out on us. It's six bitches against three guys and a girl.

I'm not a tuff guy, nor do I believe in fighting. This was definitely an exception. We were hit first and for some reason the table next to us though we should just take the abuse. Screw that. My buddy Bell went over and spoke his mind. They got pissed off. The three lemons never meant to hit us and we were stupid for retaliating. I just wanted to slap the six bitches. I know Joel would have had his way with them.

Joel doesn't like bitches. He'll beat the shit out of each and everyone. I found out two weeks ago in Rocky. I now call him Joel the bitch killer.

Bitch killer Joel. ROOOOOOAR.!!

I was pissed. They should have expected something. Ohhhh, they were flirting with the both next to them. We were trying to have a good night between the four of us. We haven't been together for three years. Two tables tried to ruin our night. Damn their dumb.

It wasn't going to work. I would have dropped all six girls.

Yes, I'm drunk. Leave me alone!