It should be illegal to have such a productive week, one in which so much progress was made in the arena of human rights and animal wrongs, a cornucopia of arm-wrestling tournaments and beefcake adjustments; who could have guessed that Team Ochos Lumenos would be given amnesty to wreak havoc on the border of sanity time after time with Cyndi Lauper and Rob Lowe. At the weekly Bored Meeting we, as honorable shareholders of stock in stripper tokens and body condoms, made many future-foward decisions concerning the value of my next line of stickers and the mega-mogul move of having a prototype cycling hat with fold-down earflaps - a design that is only 40 years late in arriving.
But the crowning achievement of the last hebdomadal was not the abuse of the barley pop, nor the slaying of the track of single: it was simply the Stagramming of the * title of this night's blog by the one and baloney Chasmgasm; for how can this dear innocent wurl survive without the constant flow of epithet-driven discourse/comment sections...
...I have little shame to begin with, especially when we are considering the intake of grain-based liquids, and the simple fact that I was a patron of the Bier Station 3 times in 6 days was a mark off my bucket list to be sure. Next up: selling myself into virtual servitude to the Devil in the details.
...there are few good things in OkeyHomey and Praire Artisan Ales might be atop the pile.
Spelunking of groupsex...#hardcorbincummybuns and I had quite the ride out on the newly-opened Basement Downhill at BuRP...
...oh Leah Jung, you delete me.
...and, speaking of Hawt-Ass tattooed chicks, The Pirate and his little welding Sanford and Sons gig Oddity Cycles has some serious shite going down in Ft. Collins, this Fatbike frame being the current offender...Schmookie ma Pookie in ma Dookie.
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