Thursday, March 5, 2009

i forgot that there's no sleep on thursdays

kyle's sitting in the stairwell, in the dark, drunk-dialing his home-bros about coming to visit. his method of enticement is expounding on all the drink specials at his favorite local watering holes. right now he's describing a bar with 50 cent margaritas that increase in price at a rate of a dollar an hour, but then top out at $3.50. "3.50!!!!!!" he says. (he's really excited about these margaritas. i kind of am, too--where is this place?) oh wait, he's signing off: "dude, dude, yagottacome, yagottacome. but! but! come for a thursday. latessss."

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