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Anyone see her on Conan?treyZz wrote:(picture)
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I can't believe Josh Hancock's family filed a wrongful-death lawsuit. They just announced today that they'd be dropping it, but my god to think that anyone else should be held responsible is a joke.

The lawsuit alleged that others shared responsibility for Josh Hancock's death, including Mike Shannon's restaurant, where the player drank earlier in the night; restaurant manager Pat Shannon Van Matre; the tow truck driver; the tow truck company; and the driver of a disabled car on the highway whom the tow truck driver had stopped to help.

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I Am A Witness wrote:-= original quote snipped =-
i still dont understand this scraper bike thing? anybody want to fill me in?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=geIsWq5xOSE
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I was so wasted yesterday.
We started drinking at 1, mostly shotgunning beers. Also had some whiskey too. Mostly spent the day swimming in my buddy Pat's pool, checking on the Cubs on occasion.
At 3, Pat drives us to McDonalds and we get a...lot of food. It was good. And he shouldn't have been driving. Oops! Anyways, we go back to his place and keep drinking. His friend C-Rob comes over and we go to some dealer's place in another part of town.
This guy has like, 30 bongs. We're watching Tenacious D. Pat says he wants to do a strikeout. He does. He does another 5 minutes later. At this point he's gone, hardly coherent. But we're making fun of him, goading him into one more. "C'mon Pat, you need to strike out the side, you got one more guy." I go out like a fake pitching coach and threaten to take the ball away. He proceeds to strike out the side beautifully and gets the save.
We drive to McDonalds again. It's only 7, total daylight, on a weekday, and we're yelling at everyone we see. Pat pays for everything, somehow getting his bank code in correctly. We have like, 10 burgers and some McFlurries. We eat.
Pat eats like 5 burgers and just lays down. 4 minutes later, it starts. He's throwing up so hard it knocks him on his ass, and he can't stop. EVERYTHING came back. I'm messed up myself by the way, stoned and drunk. But since I'm the only guy who can still make sense, I need to take charge. I get a hose and start spraying him off like a beached whale. We spend 20 minutes spraying down his backyard with his dog "helping" by...eating some himself. Then we lie in the pool for an hour as he sings to us.
By the way, it's only around 8 at this point. Not even dark yet. Pat's done though, so I roll him into his house and go home. Call up the girlfriend, she comes over for loving.
Summer days...

We started drinking at 1, mostly shotgunning beers. Also had some whiskey too. Mostly spent the day swimming in my buddy Pat's pool, checking on the Cubs on occasion.
At 3, Pat drives us to McDonalds and we get a...lot of food. It was good. And he shouldn't have been driving. Oops! Anyways, we go back to his place and keep drinking. His friend C-Rob comes over and we go to some dealer's place in another part of town.
This guy has like, 30 bongs. We're watching Tenacious D. Pat says he wants to do a strikeout. He does. He does another 5 minutes later. At this point he's gone, hardly coherent. But we're making fun of him, goading him into one more. "C'mon Pat, you need to strike out the side, you got one more guy." I go out like a fake pitching coach and threaten to take the ball away. He proceeds to strike out the side beautifully and gets the save.
We drive to McDonalds again. It's only 7, total daylight, on a weekday, and we're yelling at everyone we see. Pat pays for everything, somehow getting his bank code in correctly. We have like, 10 burgers and some McFlurries. We eat.
Pat eats like 5 burgers and just lays down. 4 minutes later, it starts. He's throwing up so hard it knocks him on his ass, and he can't stop. EVERYTHING came back. I'm messed up myself by the way, stoned and drunk. But since I'm the only guy who can still make sense, I need to take charge. I get a hose and start spraying him off like a beached whale. We spend 20 minutes spraying down his backyard with his dog "helping" by...eating some himself. Then we lie in the pool for an hour as he sings to us.
By the way, it's only around 8 at this point. Not even dark yet. Pat's done though, so I roll him into his house and go home. Call up the girlfriend, she comes over for loving.
Summer days...
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GYBE wrote:I was so wasted yesterday.
We started drinking at 1, mostly shotgunning beers. Also had some whiskey too. Mostly spent the day swimming in my buddy Pat's pool, checking on the Cubs on occasion.
At 3, Pat drives us to McDonalds and we get a...lot of food. It was good. And he shouldn't have been driving. Oops! Anyways, we go back to his place and keep drinking. His friend C-Rob comes over and we go to some dealer's place in another part of town.
This guy has like, 30 bongs. We're watching Tenacious D. Pat says he wants to do a strikeout. He does. He does another 5 minutes later. At this point he's gone, hardly coherent. But we're making fun of him, goading him into one more. "C'mon Pat, you need to strike out the side, you got one more guy." I go out like a fake pitching coach and threaten to take the ball away. He proceeds to strike out the side beautifully and gets the save.
We drive to McDonalds again. It's only 7, total daylight, on a weekday, and we're yelling at everyone we see. Pat pays for everything, somehow getting his bank code in correctly. We have like, 10 burgers and some McFlurries. We eat.
Pat eats like 5 burgers and just lays down. 4 minutes later, it starts. He's throwing up so hard it knocks him on his ass, and he can't stop. EVERYTHING came back. I'm messed up myself by the way, stoned and drunk. But since I'm the only guy who can still make sense, I need to take charge. I get a hose and start spraying him off like a beached whale. We spend 20 minutes spraying down his backyard with his dog "helping" by...eating some himself. Then we lie in the pool for an hour as he sings to us.
By the way, it's only around 8 at this point. Not even dark yet. Pat's done though, so I roll him into his house and go home. Call up the girlfriend, she comes over for loving.
Summer days...
great story gybe
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GYBE wrote:I was so wasted yesterday.
We started drinking at 1, mostly shotgunning beers. Also had some whiskey too. Mostly spent the day swimming in my buddy Pat's pool, checking on the Cubs on occasion.
At 3, Pat drives us to McDonalds and we get a...lot of food. It was good. And he shouldn't have been driving. Oops! Anyways, we go back to his place and keep drinking. His friend C-Rob comes over and we go to some dealer's place in another part of town.
This guy has like, 30 bongs. We're watching Tenacious D. Pat says he wants to do a strikeout. He does. He does another 5 minutes later. At this point he's gone, hardly coherent. But we're making fun of him, goading him into one more. "C'mon Pat, you need to strike out the side, you got one more guy." I go out like a fake pitching coach and threaten to take the ball away. He proceeds to strike out the side beautifully and gets the save.
We drive to McDonalds again. It's only 7, total daylight, on a weekday, and we're yelling at everyone we see. Pat pays for everything, somehow getting his bank code in correctly. We have like, 10 burgers and some McFlurries. We eat.
Pat eats like 5 burgers and just lays down. 4 minutes later, it starts. He's throwing up so hard it knocks him on his ass, and he can't stop. EVERYTHING came back. I'm messed up myself by the way, stoned and drunk. But since I'm the only guy who can still make sense, I need to take charge. I get a hose and start spraying him off like a beached whale. We spend 20 minutes spraying down his backyard with his dog "helping" by...eating some himself. Then we lie in the pool for an hour as he sings to us.
By the way, it's only around 8 at this point. Not even dark yet. Pat's done though, so I roll him into his house and go home. Call up the girlfriend, she comes over for loving.
Summer days...
Where do you live?
I hate shotgunning beers, because I always get the beer all over me. Especially when I'm pretty hammered before shotgunning em.
Your story reminded me of this one time one of my friends got hit by a pickup truck and flew like 40 feet in the air and I thought he was dead. It reminded me of my story, because we were on our way to McDonalds pretty hammered mid day as well.
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I have this teacher that never likes to show up for class. She sends us an e-mail after class has started and twice now someone sitting in class waiting for her to enter the door has said...
"Oh she just sent out an e-mail, shes not coming."
What a load of crap. Besides that she expects us to finish our projects without much explanation. Then she drills us about how we didn't do it correctly.
BULL f'n ish.
Seriously 19K of my own money to this school and my teacher hasn't showed up twice now.
I was a finance major at UIC so I get dorky with numbers sometims, about 2 minutes ago I figured out that everytime I blink(approx. 1 sec) I lose 42 cents.
I didn't even want to figure out how much it would cost if I missed an entire class.
I couldn't live with that guilt, especially if I'm sitting in Wrigley during class.
Arrrrgggggghhhhh.... and on top of it my teacher is a He-She. Yes once a man, and converted to a woman. Her name is Chris and people at the tech department(check out equipment like 20K cameras and pro recording stuff) told me they've seen her drivers license, she is a guy in the picture. Ok that was just the cherry on top of my story, it almost makes it sound unbelievable but its true. I dont' know how I could prove it to you guys but I wish I could. Sharing laughs is priceless.
Don't get me wrong I walk through boystown everyday and my g/f lives in boystown... I'm fine with people making that decision, but she has some control complexity issues. Plus shes always right about any topic. Even when she contradicts herself in the same sentence.
Well I guess I can't be surprised. [/rant explosion]
"Oh she just sent out an e-mail, shes not coming."
What a load of crap. Besides that she expects us to finish our projects without much explanation. Then she drills us about how we didn't do it correctly.
BULL f'n ish.
Seriously 19K of my own money to this school and my teacher hasn't showed up twice now.
I was a finance major at UIC so I get dorky with numbers sometims, about 2 minutes ago I figured out that everytime I blink(approx. 1 sec) I lose 42 cents.
I didn't even want to figure out how much it would cost if I missed an entire class.
I couldn't live with that guilt, especially if I'm sitting in Wrigley during class.
Arrrrgggggghhhhh.... and on top of it my teacher is a He-She. Yes once a man, and converted to a woman. Her name is Chris and people at the tech department(check out equipment like 20K cameras and pro recording stuff) told me they've seen her drivers license, she is a guy in the picture. Ok that was just the cherry on top of my story, it almost makes it sound unbelievable but its true. I dont' know how I could prove it to you guys but I wish I could. Sharing laughs is priceless.
Don't get me wrong I walk through boystown everyday and my g/f lives in boystown... I'm fine with people making that decision, but she has some control complexity issues. Plus shes always right about any topic. Even when she contradicts herself in the same sentence.
Well I guess I can't be surprised. [/rant explosion]









