Green Flash

Damn that Green Flash beer. Not really, but it get's you hams. Today: wake up do nothing till 2, work, then pizza port cause pitchers are 6.00 bucks. Today's special? Gleen Flash ale, striaght from San Marcos. Still drunk as I'm writing this as I'm still jamming out to Moz and the rest of the Smiths. We laughed, we drank, we played coaster football. Trevor thought that at the Eek-a-Mouse concert last week, we followed a guy dressed up in a Sylvester the Cat costume to get far into the crowd. Damn, how irie is that guy. Hey, 7-Eleven hot dogs, their really good. Even if the machine that is dumping the chili and cheese sounds like slaughter house assembly line. Load on some fixins your set. It's time for some filler. Check out a post on a message board I frequent. My Top Ten Concerts, among dozen's of others.