What a weekend
This weekend I headed up to Austin for Wes’ birthday and a Halloween party. The following things happened, in no particular order:
- A guy tried to sell me ecstasy,
- Then he stole my malt liquor from the fridge.
- Captain Morgan and I talked about Notre Dame football.
- I was forced to wear a halter top.
- We discovered the nicest Dairy Queen in the world.
- Supergirl fondled my chest angrily.
- We convinced Wes to leave his tomahawk in the car.
- Bobby farted at least every 15 minutes for 6 hours.
- We ate “love butter” at the Magnolia Cafe.
Good times.
What, no throwing eggs at politicians in the capitol building? No running through the UT campus wearing nothing but a Kinky Friedman mask, boots and your skivies? Gee, Halloween weekend in Austin sure has gotten a lot tamer than when my cousins were in school there.
So back to this Supergirl thing… Got any pictures?
A halter top, Supergirl, tomahawks, and flatulence. You are livin’ large, my friend.
Matt no pictures to protect the guilty eh…
Malt liquor, Matt? Seriously?
Captian Morgan was my roomate in San Marcos. Nice to know he’s still kicking it in the hill country.
How do you fondle “angrily”. I need video please.