BALLS WIN!!! BALLS WIN!!!
Hmmmm..where to begin, where to begin.....this is tough.
OH...I know....MY BALLS WIN!!! Congrats to all for the 20-7 ass-whooping we served up last night. Hopefully all that stress we are all feeling and the angst building will now start to flutter away. Again..well done. I am proud to have you as my balls.
NOW....ON TO THE GOOD STUFF!!!
Quite a bit of stuff happened last night. I am not sure of the best format to use to describe it, so I may do it in a bullet format and just summarize at key points.
But to quickly jump off the subject, should I be able to feel my teeth? Something isn't right here. Anyway...
Key items missed by those that either are a. too lazy to come, b. to lame to tell their girlfriend they want to play kickball or c. going to Summerfest to watch some lame-ass Reo Speedwagon or frickin Love Monkeys or some crap like that
1. The sexual tension between Helfer and Lori was so strong, I think I orgasmed last night just watching them (maybe twice).
2. Beer should not be used as a weapon. The next person(s) I see throwing beer at someone else will have to refund the $270 team fee back to the hole team...or whole. Kelly, how do you spell whole?
3. The next time I hear Lori say, "I just threw up in my mouth", I am going to kill myself.
Perfectly Used Phrase of the Night (and when I mean perfectly used phrase, I am referring to tone, timing, added dance move, etc. etc.):
That don't mean we still can't get naked.
Best Crappy Joke of the Night (provided by Kelly):
Hey Jeremy, did you see the mice running through the bar...cuz these pythons are hungry (arm flex)
Best Dialogue of the Night (I am sure there were many good ones, but this is all I got):
nameless person 1: These breast are 38D
Helfer: BULLSHIT
Well that was fun. Now some visuals for your viewing pleasure (thanks for sending them to yourself at 2AM Kelly):
I take that back, Blogger is not letting me upload pictures at this time...sorry,




