Sunday, July 18, 2010

Man-Cards Revoked


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.
            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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