Fidelis Hodie
Infidelis Cras
What we need is a dance floor. Clear, H.P, CommeDieu, and I would dominate.
You guys have nothing on me. I will break ankles on that floor.
Good morning(?), everyone! Hope your heads are all in one piece today. I feel pretty damn good actually. Heh.
Cheers for all the drinks (Puddles knows the true way), the beer towers (we had it first!), the hover hands (all that cake, Jamesfrom818!), Mexi-Gaf UNITE (Clearacell!), Boss table (NakedSushi, plasticpassion, 'David', timetokill, Evilore), the intestines (those were ALL you, plasticpassion), Girl Gaf represent (NakedSushi & Nintendolllllll!), the wandering around Koreatown (I swear we were going east! Dat soju...), the Crazy Hook Pirate bar whose divider could not separate us (Fidelis!), the bearded french toast and sides of bacon at Fred 62 (and the fire, thanks, Feep. You so crazy. ), the big gulp balancing (Booshka!), our brave driver Doitlive who also did not murder us (Ermac, finish the damn game!), and the flawless organizational skills of the Iceman. And many, many more, but that's off the top of my alcohol soaked brain. ^_^
. . . did I crawl over a divider? Woops . .