Big ups to whoever broke into the Golden West cooler last night. No really, bravo. You come in and see a building in complete ruin, gutted out, and decide that, what the hell, let's take the only thing left.
But what I'm really impressed with is how you managed to get into the cooler without dying because the roof over the cooler is collasped in front of the door.
So, I hope endangering your life and grave robbing was completely worth it for a couple cases of burnt Corona, buddy. Good luck sleeping anytime in the near future. Actually, you probably won't have any problem sleeping. That's what makes me sick.
I hope that beer makes you sick.
All that I am.
- Gata
- Norman, Oklahoma
- I'm too close for comfort to age 30. New Mexico is home but I'm finally tough enough to love living in the midwest. I've got a film degree that I never apply in my professional life but I'd never trade it in for a different one. I love the basics; good music, good food, good movies and good books. But I'll stop almost anything for good company. I can't shut up about the Thunder, especially Serge Ibaka. I'm hopelessy awkward. I only hope you think it's adorable.
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