thanks to Flash, the MW, the Big-Man, and the rest of C-Vegas for a great Tuesday. A solid lunch at the Guad, followed by an afternoon of hitting golf balls and putt-putt (you can't ignore the short game, baby. "drive for show, putt for dough!").
A bit of softball subbing for MW and I (he won, I lost) led to some trivia at Felinis, wings and beer at the Wing with the all-star game, and then down to Bluelight, where things got a bit wacky for a Tuesday night. No Dan-the-man behind bar, but we did get quite a show from the med-school girls, particularly from "Tits McGee and Holly McBoob" as the Big Man called it. Well, they sure took a liking to us as well. A few rounds of various "bombs" later and I was shuttle-bussing the crew plus a couple new friends to the Corner for some late night sandwiches. A solid night of debauchery, indeed. "Bombs over Baghdad, baby"
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Six, no eight, no twelve, BAKER'S DOZEN. You know that I'm crazy for these cupcakes, Cousin!
What a night! Special thanks to Mitch for everything.
A certain someone running around the car with his pants down singing Samantha Fox's "Naughty (boys) need love to" is something that I will never forget. It made Josh's poker night at Russ' house show seem like an episode of Sesame Street.
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