On Sunday, while I was wearing her shoes, Cake Woman bought me eggs, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, toast, and pancakes. I also ate the last of her omelet and a small child. Needless to say, I was stuffed.
“I am larger because of your largesse,” I said, enjoying the mild play on words.
“What? Are you calling me fat?”
This is why most of the time I only use words that my electrician uncle would get.
I am a terrible bowler. Cake Woman and I have the same size of feet. We produced a foul series of jokes about balls. I’m going to bed.
I lost my car, jacket, and trident.
The one on the right challenged me to some sort of drinking thing. What she didn’t realise is that someone had switched the keg out with Milwaukee’s Best Light. which might as well be non-alcoholic. All the hangover, none of the buzz. Later, she threw Jesus out of a car because she was playing hard to get.
Buddy Christ and I chilled.
I like to pick up chicks! Ha ha! Sigh. No one likes puns.
Thanks for the photos, Paul. Paul’s unbelievably awesome costume can be found on his website.
Paul and I worked together to engineer a sequence of events ending in one sorority girl putting her hand up another sorority girl’s skirt. Go Team Kickass!
This is what I remember from Saturday night.
Lisa was a vampire cow.
Stan had a duct tape based costume and was a martian type person.
Cake Woman had a wondrous cape and a big cock:
Accusations have been flying around that I got terribly drunk and caused a scene. For the record, I did not get terribly drunk, I got wonderfully drunk and I rule at foosball.
“You need to drink some water, Jesse”
“If I drink water, can I have more beer?”
“Yes, fine”
“Okay.”
Then I drank a liter of water in one long pull. A lot of it went on my shirt, I think.
“Give me more beer.”
later, I was shoeless in Anoka
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