So, the first night of dodge ball was reserved for registration and pick-up games. I feel strongly that our team will be a force to reckon with. And by "our team" I mean our ace-in-the-hole, Freddy. He's a machine.

After the game, Dirty and I watched Despearte Housewives sitting at a bar in Damons. The male staff mocked us behind our backs I think, but the female staff were clearly affected by our sensitivity. At least until Teri Hatcher walked down the stairs with no pants on. I made cat calls and Dirty humped a bar stool. We were asked to leave soon after. C'est La vie. That's french, by the way, for, "Teri Hatcher looks hot with no pants."


Although I found this post to be hilarious, I think it's a little conceited of you to assume it's so good it needs to be posted twice.  


what can you expect . . lynn gives in to peer pressure  


Damn you and your satirical wit, Ian...

Enigmaniacal, I have no idea what your comment even means.  


no surprise . . . you think i'm your mother  


I've changed my mind. I think you're my aunt Wanda now.  


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