Friday, December 10, 2004

"So we made him do 4 shots of Jager and he woke up with chicken on his pillow."
--Overheard in New York
(a great site; via Ted)

Now that I'm fully awake, I would like to take this opportunity to tell the following people that, after last night, I am getting restraining orders against them: Michael, Young Matthew, Patrick, non-public-blogger Wayne, Jase (who plays innocent with his soft drinks and everything, but I'm no longer fooled), and, especially, Eli, aka Satan's bartender. I don't think I've forgotten anyone, but if I did, they are also hereby restrained.

Birthday shots are bad. And birthday shots that are 95% Tabasco are lethal.

That's all.