A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
Ok. Heres a Rehash: I drove to Ithaca. It was fucking 9 degrees out. Trail sucked. Trail beer sucked harder. We named Head to Toe in Utero. Party rocked. I didn’t get laid. I got drunk. Floss blew me off for breakfast (read that however you wish). I drove home.
The end.
Now sign up [for Albany Red Dress] wanker.
Piggys good!