November 02, 2003
If the magnitutde of my hangover is any indication, the blogger-meet in Dahlonega yesterday was a rip-roaring success. Buy stock in liquor and beer companies as soon as the market opens in the morning. I believe that those commodities are in short supply now. A severe dent in was put in the national reserve yesterday by a few dedicated consumers.
As one lovely lady phrased it, somewhere around 2:00 AM last night, "I can't believe this! You all seem to be intelligent, articulate people... but you drink like fish, smoke like freight trains and cuss like a bunch of sailors on shore leave. Why do you behave that way?"
"Fuck if I know."
"Hey! Pass that bottle over here, shithead! Stop hogging it all for yourself!"
"Who stole my goddam lighter? I want another cigarette!"
"The bathroom is THAT WAY. Crawl, you drunken asswipe. You might make it if you hurry, but you're NEVER going to WALK that far in the shape you're in."
"If you piss on the floor, I'm going to piss on YOU! I'm paying for this goddam cabin."
"Who stole my fucking lighter?"
You had to be there to appreciate it. At least I think so. I don't remember all of it myself.
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