I bought a bunch of food.
I cooked a bunch of food.
Boogs got a bunch of beer.
People came over and ate said food and drank a little beer.
The people in the pictures got awesome.
Everyone else had a gay clone excuse.
I woke up the next morning and made an epic journey to small town USA which I will recap later...
Getting home to Baby Jackie is an excuse?? I drove 400 miles for that shizzle. You have to work on your advertising or something.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the post, though you'll understand if I'm somewhat underwhelmed - you set a pretty high standard with your past posts on events like this. I look forward to hearing about Small Town USA.
ReplyDeleteDid your sister achieve wizard status?
"Getting home to Baby Jackie is an excuse" Yeah dogg it is. I invited her, your wife, little DDogg. I had the playstation ready to rock. I even had CDs that were kid friendly next to the stereo. The burgers were kid sized (although you guys complained about them and then ate them as opposed to the big lame ones Beth made) for Jackals sake!
ReplyDeleteWhen you have a lil Jackal you'll get it man. I am glad we made it at least for a bit.
ReplyDeleteSorry I had to leave and go to 3 other bars to get awesome, not to mention Ball Deep and I biked to that fucker. Talk about dedication.
ReplyDeleteYes you biked when automobiles were readily available. I'm surprised we aren't all speaking German by now considering your dedication to celebrating MerCa's awesomeness..
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