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Prof. Fury + Contessa + Sierra Nevada Pale Ale + Home-made Margaritas + Pool = Awexxome; or, It’s 3 a.m., I Must Be Drunky.
faked by gorjus Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
Bonus points for capturing the sunken-spoon quality of my chest. Points off for any evocation of Rob Thomas, no matter how satirical.
These are great! Will there be a sequel?
As cool as your camera is, I wish these pics were clearer so I could see how pretty Contessa is!
Very, very pretty. You can trust me on this.
margaritas (3:00 PM - midnight) + vodka shots (12:30 AM) + bourbon (3:00 AM) = Prof is still telling me things that I said that I really don’t remember. It was a blast! Gorjus, you must come back soon.
Awww. So sweet.
Oh, no! I forgot about all that bourbon!
And the best thing is, none of us really had hangovers. Then, we went to Louie’s and gorged on perfekt omelettes and toured Baton Rouge and I bought a lot of comic books and you guys found an awesome, spindly-legged bookshelf, and they wouldn’t let me in the Capital, because I had a knife, and we had Lebanese food and LRP couldn’t find any new pants.
It was, all-told, the best Was It Only One Day? trip, evers.
LOUIE’S! YUM!
I totally forgot about the knife thing. For a split second, I really thought they weren’t going to let us in at all, but then they were downright affable about it. I wonder how big a weapon it would have taken for us to have been taken down with a billy club. Anything home-made, I bet.
Have any of you seen The Last Picture Show? Because that last Polaroid looks exactly like a shot from the skinny-dipping scene. Cybill Shepherd didn’t get nekkid at Fury’s party, did she?
I miss all the fun.
No, but Tom Wopat did. We had to call the cops. Long story.
Damn. THAT was Tom Wopat? He looks terrible. And, I wish I had a b & w Polaroid, so I could take Last Pictures!
Well, that’s what it said on his driver’s license. Though come to think of it, he didn’t much resemble the picture, and his wallet was smeared with blood…
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