Labor Day Baseball
Saturday, August 16th, 2008
Sammy can be on Noah’s team because they suck so bad.
Two weeks until the Wish We Weren’t Friends Annual Meeting. The weekend’s activities promise to include throwing dynamite aimlessly into the river, jumping off railroad bridges, drunk driving, shoplifting, and my personal favorite, unprotected sex with high-risk, low-energy (passed out) partners.
In all seriousness, let’s have a frickin’ rager at Mairk’s house, make a trashcan full of mairgaritas, call the classy girls Dave knows from the bowling alley, get absolutely slammed and trash the place. Mairk?
We also plan on sitting down for a strategy session where we figure out how to "take back the internet." Chainsaw has some ideas, and he’s apparently been "banging chicks," so I say we listen to him.
Huntley, Saturday August 30, 1 PM. Someone call NA and tell Samson. We’ll play Sunday too. Mike, fly back from Chile for the weekend. Bring your wife. And kid.
In all seriousness, let’s have a frickin’ rager at Mairk’s house, make a trashcan full of mairgaritas, call the classy girls Dave knows from the bowling alley, get absolutely slammed and trash the place. Mairk?
We also plan on sitting down for a strategy session where we figure out how to "take back the internet." Chainsaw has some ideas, and he’s apparently been "banging chicks," so I say we listen to him.
Huntley, Saturday August 30, 1 PM. Someone call NA and tell Samson. We’ll play Sunday too. Mike, fly back from Chile for the weekend. Bring your wife. And kid.
