I'm not as good as JayG at updating during the show. But I am here. A famour person licked me. And JayG. And Weerd Beard. On the head. I can understand me and Jay, but why would ANYONE wanna lick Weerd?
The famous person was top shot Season 1 victor Iain Harrison. So, now the three lickees will probably find themselve at the range unable to hit anything other than the bullseye, and drawing from the holster, our split-time will clock in at 1.2 seconds. It's like frogs getting kissed by a princess.
Iain was hosting a little get-together as part of his capacity working for Crimson Trace at some sports bar where the women wear more revealing clothes than at a Hooters. In my cups, I approached Iain and said, and this is a quote, "Just because you were in the elite British Special Air Service and won a high faluting gun contest does mean I can't still kick your asOHGAWDPLEASEDON'TKILLME!!!" Iain is a great guy, though. HI-larious. Friendly. Not all stabity-stab-stabby when insulted or anything.
So it was eventful. The evening. Newbius got in a fight with another diner because we were making the sports bar filled-with-scantilly-clad-woman too rambunctious. (Jeez, Newbius... wouldja quit bothering people?)
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"This is NOT your living room!!"
I'm trying to have a quiet dinner here!
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