The two of us, complete with a Montgomery Biscuits cup filled with Maker's Mark.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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Ask Matt, Neal, both, or neither a question, or just propose a topic for any of the aforementioned.
If you're lucky [or have booze] you might get an answer.
Do your worst.
If you're lucky [or have booze] you might get an answer.
Do your worst.
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4 comments:
I've heard several times this morning that this is very very gay. It's not even 9am.
Put it on the engagement announcements.
If any of you have spent time with Matt and I while we're drinking (predominately, I'm speaking of the Raney's), you'll know that not only are the two of us not in love, but we actually carry a sizable disdain for one another.
Although, in Matt's case, his "sizable disdain" is pretty short.
(I'm just kidding, buddy. Let's go find us some whiskey and fags.)
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