I contacted the crew from COPS to "digitize" my face in the picture below (4/8/03). It's one of the rare times I've altered a previous log, but God, that was awful. Thanks to the Tylenol, my fever is going down like your sister. Or your gay brother. Today, I'm putting the final touches on a bachelor party I helped coordinate. The full effect of the bachelor party may be lost on me. While I eagerly anticipate the event, I'm sort of thinking that what you people call a bachelor party: Drinking too much, watching porn, eating too much, looking at strippers, not having to work the next day, puking the next day, etc... is what I often call a
typical Tuesday night. Oh, look, cold pizza for breakfast. Again!
Gooch: lacking adult supervision since November 2002.
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