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Happy B-Day, Kid!

Mizzle, Kid (Ashley), and Britt.

Talk about doing better than most people do on their 18th. Also talk about some first-time casino luck. I think we definately broke the mold on our little girl, and a great time was had by most.

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Happy Detox, Stephania!

OK, That's not actually her obviously, but this is a reasonable facsimile thereof. I don't have any other pictures to put up... actually, after Friday night, I'm wondering if it could be her. I'll have to remember to ask if she knows Jimmy Fallon.

To sum it up:
She had the attention span and mental capacity of a staple gun. She had apparently been drinking alcohol that should have had a warning label that it would give the drinker breath that could knock a buzzard off a s*it truck at 100 yards. It looked like she put her makeup on while riding in a bumper car. Everybody thought her dog died because that's how pathetic she looked. She lost most to all of her critical judgement. She insulted people she'd never met before. She punched the bar owner and got banned for life.

Then, to top it off, she showed up on my lawn at 8 AM the next day and wondered why I was pissed.

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(Editors Note: Close to an upgrade, because better I learn the depth of her obvious alcohol problem sooner than later.)

On that topic, I apologize to my friends who we're out with me that night. Especially to Ashley (Kid), because it was her birthday, and to Matt, who knew people at the bar. Also to Brittaney and Jaibe, also to the bar owners, and anyone else inside or outside the bar who may have had contact with her. If I'd known she'd already gone well past the level of "train-wreck", I would never have invited her to join us. Also thanks to everyone for being so understanding.

Happy Induction, You Ungreatful F*ck

WordArt is fun.

You know, it's kinda funny. At one of the first WrestleMania's I ever watched, Bret lost a Battle Royal to some guy whose name escapes me at the moment. That guy was then given a trophy. Bret then whined, threw a tantrum, and destroyed the trophy. Some 16 years later, and Bret still does basically the same exact thing. And you thought Tatanka's gimmick was old.

I was with Bret being inducted until I learned that he told WWE that he would only go to get inducted if Shawn wasn't there. Seriously, huh?!?! It's especially ricockulous given that Shawn gave Bret one of the only 5-star matches the guy ever had.

And Shawn, being a class act, has agreed. So the guy whos busted his ass and was always a far better wrestler than Bret could ever hope to be has to sit out on a historic night so that this greasy cradle-robber (anyone who's seen his new wife will know what I'm talking about) can get his trophy and make a speech about how it still wasn't right what they did to him 9 years ago in Montreal?

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F*ck Bret Hart.

Yeah. F*ck Bret Hart.

One Of The Very Few Girls In The World Who Shouldn't Stick Her Head In A Toilet
This, my friends... is a good friend.

If I haven't ever mentioned it before, and I'm sure I have, Kat rocks. Man, did I need a good chill day on Saturday. Especially after Friday. And we both got it, so it was fun. Ikea, the casino (again, I'm getting this close to developing some sort of problem), FatBurger (try it if you haven't), and a movie is sure to be a feel-good day for anyone. That's two casino cherry's I've broken this weekend alone, between her and Kid.

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In case you're wondering, these things are a bitch to do, because the second you insert a picture, it f*cks up your formatting. That's why you might not see these all that often. Sometimes, but not often.

OK, that's about it. Oh, before I forget, I'm not sure if there's going to be a Mizzle post this week, because he's in...

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... s*it, I totally forget where he is. Um... in the States somewhere, I suppose. I want to say Phoenix... but that might be off. What a good friend I am.

Anycrap, I'll see y'all later.

B.a.D

Mizzle Sez

B.a.D, I'm in Columbus. I'd be hurt, but things we're a little out of hand when we had the discussion. I forgive you, but do plan on attempting a post at some point. Seeing as how I have nothing else to do.

Which reminds me, I lost 2 hours today due to time zones, and I wanted to go have supper and then beer (on my company, of course), but now instead of the 4 hours, I only have 2. It's time to drink fast!

Mizzle

PS: Toronto Airport is huge, and would be better off burnt to the ground.