Bar Musings

The Goat

Happy Birthday

Andy's about two drinks away from falling face first on the peanut shell floor.

Happy Birthday brother!

Dinner

Food of the gods.

W W U D?

What Would a Unicorn Do?

Giving this as an Xmas gift in a bit, and I thought I'd let you know what some of the choices are.

-Race the wind
-Nuzzle a newborn
-Believe in Miracles
-Prance through a waterfall
-Majestically gallop
-Whinny & rear
-Pose on a windy cliff
-Frolic in a meadow
-Chase a rainbow
-Leap across a ravine
-Impale evil things
-Graze on honeysuckle

Weird. These are all thing I'd do.

A Day in The Life of Bryan (12/22/07)

Editors note: This is completely in its raw entirety, without any omissions or edits. Reader discretion is advised.

Incognizant

meaning: without knowledge or awareness; unaware

-Fact i signed the paper
-Fact it first read "Cryan Feraghty"
-Fact it was changed

at that moment i was very much 'incognizant'... i am on day 10 in a row workin. i didnt know what i was doing at the time i signed the paper, but i am payin for it tonight at work.

i came into work after dinner to disinfect my unit, i mean, clinic, and change out light bulbs.



while changing the bulbs out, the fixture (above) came off and carshed into my head. and of course this happened.



yes. 2 weeks in a row i have managed to cut my head open and have it bleed.

thank the lord i work at a clinic and im able to steal- i mean borrow supplys and clean my wound with alcohol pads, 2"X2" sponges, and tape.

alcohol pads + 2"X2" sponges +tape =



so, i ask my self, "is this cuz i gave up my soul or cuz im stuck in a rut the last few weeks?"

the answer is simple.

"Jason, i want my soul back"

Editors note: This reminds me of something.

"Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!"

Unlike our Russian comrade, I don't cave into demands. Sorry Bryan. Your pleas fall on deaf ears.

So Hip Right Now

Forgot to post this-- found this at work..

Homecomings and Soul Stealing

I had a lovely dinner tonight with my pal Ryan (of Chicago fame) and his lovely lady Nicole (or is it Nichole?). Ryan's down for a week and I finally got to catch up with the guy over some greasy Mexican food.

Man of the Hour...


And her reaction.


I guess you could call this an inside joke. With an inside man.


Before we left I tricked Bryan into signing his soul away to me. Despite everyone's pleas not to do so, he simply handed it over.


And the subsequent texts afterwards.


Sorry, Bryan. You just sold- no, you just gave it away. It's mine to keep unless bartered for. Didn't you learn anything from Bart?

We'll see what you offer me, and then I'll take a poll here on the blog. Until then, I'm waiting for your weekly story that's late. Again.

Guess Who?

Catfish Sighting

SCP FFP #1

South Coast Plaza Fashion Faux Pas

Bruce Says

"Merry Christmas!"