One shot of a million billion zillion.
Oh my FUCKING GOD, did we have a good time. I have eight thousand things to do over the next few days, so if you’re craving recappy goodness, Taoist Biker is being his usual loquacious self over on his blog!
One shot of a million billion zillion.
Oh my FUCKING GOD, did we have a good time. I have eight thousand things to do over the next few days, so if you’re craving recappy goodness, Taoist Biker is being his usual loquacious self over on his blog!
My usual loquacious self.
Just like Crisitunity, Tiff says, “You’re a LOT QUIETER than I expected…”
…at least until Friday around when that picture was taken? Or Friday night, during the poker game? Heheh.
Oh, Friday night you DEFINITELY got chattier. A third of a bottle of bourbon will do that to a guy. Oh, Bill wants to know what kind of booze it was? I don’t remember.
We’re going to frame that shot, along with our ticket stubs.
Was it Elmer T Lee?
Elmer T. Lee it was!
And I think I might have had more than a third. I know you two helped, but…yikes. It was a LOT.
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