Nothing really exciting happened this past New Years. I had a great time and got really drunk but no real epic adventures to speak of...especially no pissing in hotel ice buckets, dammitt.
This year marked the 3rd annual white elephant gift exchange, which was probably the best one yet. My bootleg Tony Romo shirt and copy of Garfield's Furry Tales was stolen to the point of item freezing. Edgar's carpet skates and helmet were hilarious. I was very close to having a "Boob Inspector" badge with a "this truck stops at all adult bookstores" bumper magnet. Hederman ended up with a Ebony kama sutra booklet, which was really pretty gross except for the wheelbarrow postion.
We got to Gilly's and I got drunk and kind of floated around for a couple hours.
Newman said I could stay in his hotel room, so after walking for what seemed like an hour we got to the hotel and I passed out.
When I woke up the next morning, I found myself fully-clothed laying next to Lee. I jokingly asked "where's the tail at?" He replied "in the next bed" with a smirk on his face. As I peered over to the next bed, I saw some possum-eyed trailer dog staring back at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
Newman is a whore.
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