Saturday, November 5, 2011

Quoth the Raven...swood.

Nick didn't particularly want to go. Dan was half-voiced, ill. But Ryan said Ravenswood, and this is a man who's suddenly verging on two bills, a man with a truck he neither owns nor fuels from his own wallet. A man Nikeed out, waist to to. So there is no stopping the Ryanoceros. And thus we went in the middle of what's certainly one of Fall's final sun-days (it's Saturday), and the sun did indeed shine, and the Modelos took quickly to their ice, and upon the sewer cap did Tim scrape his tail mightily. Good times, dudes.

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