Time for bed.

But before I head off to the land of nod, let’s take a moment to reflect on the night that was. The night that could have been. And my ass falling off a picnic table and ending up sprawled on the ground in someone’s yard at 2am.

Tama was smart enough to be asleep, Sproull and I on the other hand are retarded. 21 October, 2007.

Good times, good times.

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