My Word

So this weekend past was a yestival of Danno. Basically from Thursday night till Sunday morning at 5am, I was imbibing with my fatherly power, Mr. Cobra himself. From what I heard, he was once a man. Regardless, he is God.

Our weekend was so intense I can only post some pictures on here as to try and steal as much bandwith as I am entitled to. If you want to know more about what these pictures mean, inquire and maybe I will tell you. Otherwise, you had to be there.


Ok. So Blogger caught on to my game and is not letting me upload too much. But those pictures sum up Thursday alone. The Buk and the Manatee. Great times at Steel Gaarden.
More or less, my adventures were summed up with ridiculousness. Drunken benders more or less that ended at 6am on Sunday when Danno and I insisted on finishing our freshly poured glasses of Jim Beam (poured at 5am) and play Smash Bros. The sun came up and we realized that things needed to slow down. Sleep didn't happen till later since we were up like 5th graders making funny sounds, makign fun of Dr. Carey's jibberish and then realizing he was dreaming of Dan Brown cuz he started speaking in "The Da Vinci Code." Anyone reading this assumes that we would at oldest be in high school, but not the case. Both grads, but young at heart.

That's what life is all about.

Boring for the most part, but with spurts of pure insanity spewed in between. Next weekend poses to be excellent thanks to Pearl Jam. Oh Hell Yes.