Blair and SC. . .

Meat's John Gielgud?

 

So yes, one hot girl started kissing me out of pretty much nowhere (and almost paralyzed me with shock) and a dude bought me a drink because he thought I could kick his ass, just on sheer size (maybe I could, I don't really know, but I'm no dainty thing). I guess that means I had a fun St. Patrick's Day. Not sure what that's going to mean come later this morning when I wake up, but I'll clutch onto my pathetic hiccups of hope where I can.

 

Spaced my Guinness tonight with Rollick an amber lager from Pyramid, or maybe it was Red Hook. An okay beer to clear the palate, but not a whole lot going on, similar to Full Sail's Session.

 

We Large Men have the power, Meat.

By harnessing it and focusing it, you can do great things.

But it must always be used for good. Always.

 

That hurts, SC.