as these statements are nearly impossible to be true
last night after our mountainbike team meeting a few people migrated from coffee house Tryst to Asylum the local biker bar (motorcycles and track bikes)
it was early, so I decided I would go along
when showing my interest in attending I said....
"sure... I will head over for a drink"
one drink added up to be two
two added up to be three
my head hurts too much to continue with the math
but there was most certainly a drink or two after three
whiskey... I love ya.... I hate ya
needless to say....
I woke up in the dog house belching up the flavor of a heavily garliced slice of pie from PIZZA MART
life being me
isn't life grand
maybe this greasy steak and cheese will soak up some of the pain