i played my first game of three man this weekend....i think i won...or lost...whichever gets you the most tipsy.
me in the middle licking my rum and coke, and schmiddy throwing peace signs, i mean, gang signs.
Pat. In his drunked glory.
there was some foozball action that night as well, i don't play it, but i make a good watcher.
adam and pat listening to schmiddy's tale of how he escaped the winged batteringram of the north.
i rolled a six in my drink...yay.
see? I have a finger. I wasn't lying...
west sieeeeed!!!
i had a feckin' blast there. I love those kids. and they love me....honest...I had them write it down somewhere, i can't find it now, but, trust me...they do.