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| A BIT LATE |  | Category: Social
Friday, January 16th, 2004 @ 09:59 am
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Well, I see you got those snakes and sparklers. But where's the good stuff man?
--Good stuff? This is the good stuff, snakes and sparklers.
Are you nuts dude? You need stuff that'll explode. Go BOOM!
--Why is that good?
Well, huh, might as, might as well ask why is a tree good? Why is the sunset good? Why are boobs good? Man, firecrackers, ya stick 'em in mailboxes, you drop 'em in toilets, shove 'em up bullfrogs asses.
--I would never do that cause I'm gonna be a veteranarian.
Well there ya go! Some one shoves an M-80 up a bullfrogs butt, blows 'em to pieces. He comes back to you to fix it. You win twice brother, it's good biz!
So you're gonna tell me that you don't have no Black Cats, no Roman Candles or Screamin' Mimis?
--No.
Aw, come on man. You don't got no Lady Fingers, Buzz Bottles, Snicker Bombs, Church Burners, Finger Blasters, Gut Busters, Zip A Dee Do Dahs, or Crap Flappers?
--No, I don't
You're gonna stand there, owning a fireworks stand, and tell me you don't have no Whistlin' Bungholes, Spleen Splitters, Whisker Biskits, Honky Lighters, Husker Dos, Husker Don'ts, Cherry Bombs, Nipsey Dazers, with or without the Scooter Stick, or one single Whistlin Kitty Chaser?
--No.
Wha?!?
--cause snakes and sparklers are the only ones I like.
Well that might be your problem. It's not what you like, it's the consumer.
--Joe Dirt
And with that I'm reminded that I never gave a proper rundown of my New Years festivities. Not a whole lot happened, just a lot of drinking, drifting back and forth from Matt and Amy's party across the street, introducing our yankee friends to the unacceptably southern names for various fireworks, and yes, more drinking. That's about that.
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| ZANY ZOOCAPADES II | | Category: Social
Tuesday, January 6th, 2004 @ 10:41 am
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Well, another trip to the zoo was had, and many beers were consumed. One of the funny things I've noticed in my travels to the zoo is that no matter how many people are there, me and my posse usually end up being the only people in the entirety of the zoo that are drinking beer. Its not as if its contraband -- they sell it in quite a few spots along the way -- maybe it's that mostly tourists go there and not the New Orleans local brand of alcoholics. We also tend to be the only smokers in sight, but with times being as they are, that's not all that suprising.
I didn't take too many pictures of animals this time round, mainly because I took a good many last time and frankly, they're not interesting enough to cause me to amass a large library of pictures of them. Also, their company holiday party must have been the night before because the majority of them were either sleeping or not that interesting in seeming alive at all.
After the zoo, we went to one of Ian's favorite greasy spoons, Slim Goody's. Or was it Slim Goodies. I can't recall at the moment, and honestly I lack the motivation to spend the 4 seconds it would probably take me on google to find out. Anyway, I got a salad named, get this, The Trailer Trash. Isn't that rock? I thought so. But, as you will see in the following pictures, Ian got something that caused me to doubt my choice and want to covet his. I have no idea how its made, but something tells me you just make a plate of regular nachos then pull the chips out from underneath the fixin's real fast and immediately replace them with french fries before the goods have time to settle.
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