Monday, the 12th
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin like P Diddy? Still don’t know what that means but I don’t think P Diddy has ever woken up in Ireland and said, “Well shit, here’s to another awesome lecture.” P Diddy, consider yourself lucky, someone named Gabriel, clearly inferior to wolf-pack Gabriel, lectured us on modern Ireland…I couldn’t tell you one fact that he said…again Damien, I’m just living up to the expectation you set upon me last week…your fault. I’m gonna be honest, we all had a case of the Mondays…if you skip the next few lines, not only will I not know anyways, but I will not be offended. After class, we “mobbed” over to the gym, as our man Doug-e Fresh would say to play some basketball. Since we have been dubbed the “frat boys” (folks, Aaron is the president of a service org., not a frat, get your facts straight), we figured that our attendance at the gym was necessary at as many hours as possible. We hit it hard, and I took 3rd place in the 21-tournament. (Truth be told…3rd was last place). We did see Zeke at the gym getting his ping-pong on, I think he is semi-pro.
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin like P Diddy? Still don’t know what that means but I don’t think P Diddy has ever woken up in Ireland and said, “Well shit, here’s to another awesome lecture.” P Diddy, consider yourself lucky, someone named Gabriel, clearly inferior to wolf-pack Gabriel, lectured us on modern Ireland…I couldn’t tell you one fact that he said…again Damien, I’m just living up to the expectation you set upon me last week…your fault. I’m gonna be honest, we all had a case of the Mondays…if you skip the next few lines, not only will I not know anyways, but I will not be offended. After class, we “mobbed” over to the gym, as our man Doug-e Fresh would say to play some basketball. Since we have been dubbed the “frat boys” (folks, Aaron is the president of a service org., not a frat, get your facts straight), we figured that our attendance at the gym was necessary at as many hours as possible. We hit it hard, and I took 3rd place in the 21-tournament. (Truth be told…3rd was last place). We did see Zeke at the gym getting his ping-pong on, I think he is semi-pro.
Once
sufficiently swole, we went to Tesco for some bro-tein powder and muscle
milk. Not really, we bought burger meat
and other essentials, including a 10-pack of Beamish (which Gabe likely drank
half of). We cooked burgers on the
stove, that shit is hard. (that’s what she said). But really, what is a better night cap than Hotel for Dogs. I know, man-cards revoked for
24-hours…J-Wilks would not approve.
Ireland,
St. Patrick, and all patron saints of Ireland, we disappoint you on this
night. We have stayed in and failed out
Devere mission…we went to be by 12…sad day…short post…get over it America.
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