Not a good thing. I'm a beer guy.

My only point is that of the 3 chicks that post here, it's time for somebody to put out.

Jen, Fs, cocos, take your pick, me, agent, ultra, bi, yards.

It's time to hit it.

Whiskey: God's ambrosia, bringing just such moments of clarity.

Approached as a sprint, your ultimatum is indeed logical. Unfortunately I lost my sprinter's speed long ago.

As a marathon, I hope to still be in the race when the standards are finally lowered enough to include my dumbass.

I'd be willing to bet that yards would agree with that ultimatum. If he's still not shacked up in the suite.

Yards has a bad wheel... he can't sprint any faster than I can and probably never could, but even so when he gets in the middle of a play some handicapped kid usually knocks him out.

I'm willing to bet yards is bi.

Name the denomination and you've got yourself a bet.

i'm willing to throw my junk in the ring for their services as well.

Were you with Mike Leach?

RK is disqualified because his big brain won't fit in the room.

Agent would kill everyone with his rapier wit and Bar exam score- so he is out (maybe you two could play scrabble)


My preference has been narrowed to one third of your field (apologies to Jen, as she is a fine girl, sexy and very lady like) but when things are arranged in the cosmos such as they are with FS and I, we are dealing with something much bigger than all of us.

Peaches, well, peaches could f'k up county fair....that would be my biggest worry here.

As to the former speed of the cripple....while it was what it was, I have indeed slowed to a pain killer aided limp.

And the dude that knocked me out was HEARING IMPAIRED...not handicapped.

I would probably just end up doing shots with Rover and BI until I fell over something anyway.

...and I'd still be fully functioning, wondering what time the stores opened for a liquor run.

or looking for your glasses.

I can always solve that by throwing on my contacts....

...and any time you want to get in a liquor shooting contest with me, we can go until crown shoots out your nose and you fall over with me laughing my ass off.

ttt for my pal rover

this can't fall off the front page until he wakes up and starts drinking again.

Hey 3+: Work is over for the week and I just poured myself a FAT whiskey and diet, dropped a relafen and one of those other things I had. If feel pretty good.

What's wit you? F it. Let's go to Mexico.

I bet the synthetics are making you a tad bullet proof at this point....well done.

I have a project breaking ground in La Paz I need to check out.....even if it is for the write off...I am out of here in 50 minutes after I hand out payroll - I will post from the bar and see if your are still conscious.

Oh: I'll be concious... and then some.

let FS know that I can probably get a married in Mexico and still not be a polygamist....I think.

I will have to run that by the crack legal team/ half of which is sleeping one off right now.

Have a car go pick her up.

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man, I guess I really meant that.

Leave me out of all that... However:

A tad bulletproff: I'M THE KEVLAR KID

Besides, we have to go see Dr. Gonzalez... you know, NO PUEDO DORMIR.

I am going to have to hit a border town pretty soon if Agent doesn't hurry up with a very specific email.

See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico
The boy is trying to tell me
Near enough to the edge
Say they've all been there
Too late my friend

ROVER

GET


UP

I'm back.

Ready to roll.

that' a boy!

I'll stick with beer tonight.

Might go buy some fireworks and blow some chit up.

who all is headed to Mexico?

ur not on your way

I've been here for hours.

but that's ok because you have a big cable, right?

ching gau.

oh de lay.

somebody sounds desperate

AND?