Not any one of the ones we came up with at trivia.
I mean we got our asses kicked. But hey, we had a helluva time, I think Stacy G.
actually got drunk, Russ
wore a scarf on his head, Rob developed a points system, and Art (the trivia mastur---bator) sucked ass again which kept him batting 1.000 since we started playing.
In other news, I was delighted to get home and see that I had a message on AIM. It went a little something like this...DAWGFAN612: YOU ARE LAME AS HELL.
Nice. You're probably the same douchebag that keeps commenting annonymously on the blogs. I don't necessarily like liberals and I'm damn sure not a supporter of Gator fans, but I HATE cowards. I mean I hate them with a passion. Please understand that you're not getting under my skin, you're just proving yourself to be weak, scared, and self concious. If you have a problem with me, say it openly. I won't delete it, I swear. Hell, if you want to even go one on one with the Notorious One, you're more than welcome to do so. We'll sell tickets and make some $$$ in the process.
That being said, I'm going to hit the sack. My quota for no-talent-ass-clowns
has been reached for the evening.
Until next time kids.