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Sunday, July 21, 2002

Funny Girl
Keri's boyfriends Raymond seems to be of the opinion that natural light is fit for human consumption. Poor guy, he caught hell all night over it. The place we went to last night is BYOB, hey I'm down with any place that will let me bring my own. My friend Jonathon had a small cooler, kinda like a mini linch kit that held a six pack. He was off doing god only knows what and his little cooler was just sitting there unattended. I got the bright idea to go look and see what he had, in case it was more appealing than what I was drinking. I'm digging around in it and there is just one lonely old miller sitting there begging to be put out of its misery. As I am removing it I get the bright idea to exchange it for a natural light. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity for a taste test I place the natural light in his ice chest and bolt. A few minutes later I make my way back over to the scene of the crime to check out the evidence. I'm casually chatting with Keri when someone yells my name. I instantly start laughing and I can't keep a straight face. I looked down at the ground and made my way over to Jonathon. Trying to control myself I look at him and ask what he needs. But, alas, I was unsuccesful in fooling my friend. Oh well maybe next time.

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:56 PM


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