Stag night

So me and screech both figured out that we're stag this weekend....plus three days. so we decided to have a couple beers, grill out, watch that local sports team compete. you know, guy stuff.

we're watching tv and the charmin bears come on. the little bear gets this look in his face like he's about to shit his pants, grabs the roll of tp like he's thinking "i'm gonna need all of that!", as if he'd just drank a pot of coffee and eaten 6 burritos. I couldn't even contain myself. I've never seen such truth in advertising.

Next up is the spanish channel. I never thought communication barriers could be so funny. so far as we could tell this was a makeover show. cause they were showing before and afters of the girls and then they would cut to the commentators who would start jabbering faster and faster in spanish then put their hands like they're grabbin their own boobs and their eyes would get real wide. i'm pretty sure the whole show was about middle age guys talking about boobs.
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we rode to chiang, had a beer. some middle aged woman starts asking us about traveling because she thinks we look worldly or some shit. i guess if by worldly she means sweaty and wearing a t shirt then i'm worldly as all get-out. screech told her about his trip to italy with 126 people, i'm pretty sure she didn't understand.

On the way back we're haulin ass down hennepin when someone yells andrew from the sidewalk. it was hannah wo banna. so we stopped and chatted. hannah had a cig, then it's home and relaxin byt 12:45, responsible like.

yea, prolly
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