Friday, July 31, 2009
Sausage beer!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
You ain't seen nothing like The Mighty Quinn.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Fuck You comme le steez de Wesley Willis
So, fuck Piece. They wouldn't seat us without all our party here. Fine. We were all here, and they told us it was a 45 minute wait. After we had been here for an hour. So Megan stormed away, and the douchester CROSSED US OFF THE LIST. Now, we have been sitting here at LEAST 40 minutes at that point. So we are taking our business elsewhere. Super sassy this place both is and is not.
ETA: We went to crocodile. Buy a drink, get a pizza. The pizza was fairly unremarkable, and despite it being "Margherita," there was no trace of basil or tomato on this little cheesy wonder. Oh well. Beggers, choosers, snoozers, losers.
ETA2: Well, all is mended in Piecetown. I feel kinda bad about it, but... whatever.
I see your Camel Toe.
9.5% citrusy hoppy deliciousness. The douchester at the door would not seat me until ALL of my party was here, which seems like a backwards way to do shit.
ETA: Sorry. I wasn't even drunk and I get confused about which way to take the picture.
Oh no, the radio
Purses are gross.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Do you like my ponytail?
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick.
Tonsntons of crappy cell phone pictures to invade your life very soon!