Hey, DC bullies, I’m in town for a conference from Wednesday through Friday afternoon.
Who can help me party some?
I warn you, I had my bachelor party last Saturday, and my stomach still hates me!
My phone number is 913------515------2160
Or E-mail me at andy (AT) CanterburyEnergy (DOT) com
Or don’t…fuckers.
It’s on, bitch.
If you get any calls at 4 am consisting of heavy breathing and the sound of a tenderloin slapping repeatedly against a linoleum floor…It wasn’t me, I swear.
You wouldn’t believe how often that happens to me.
So AUs…is this kilt-optional?
Yeah. My kilt is in the shop & Mav said he’d never go drinking with me again if I wore in public.
I has a kilt… from Scottland… :[
I’m taking an overnight train into alexandria VA tonight.
I am gonna nap in the morning and be at the conference until 4:30 or so at the Gaylord in National harbor.
After that I’m free.
Oh, now I have your number.
>:3
BTW, Sarc, I am going to beat the fucking bloody snot out of you when next we meet.
Why? What’d I do this time?
Don’t worry. He doesn’t mean it. It’s a koan.
i demand drunken party pics. you can’t truly be wingmen until you roll with Maverick (hurr hurr top gun joke who gets to be iceman). The Scrapper, Buddhist Bouncer, The Azerbaijan TKD master, The Blind wrestler and The Ninja. It’s like a comic book.
Aww… :[