A friend of mine bumped into a hammered Kiefer on the way to the men's, and asked him to say hello to my friend's fiancée, since she was a huge fan. Kiefer ended up sitting with them for twenty minutes.
So even though he seems to be a big old lush, he gets cool points from me.
Sharon circling the drain?
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I always remember Victor's mantra, "No Hope, no Pope, and home by 10." I wonder what the mantra is now?
We're allowed to go home early for the game, but no one dares. Also, not many of us care about the game.
It feels like a trap.
I think my parents expected me to osmotically acquire knowledge of how to do stuff
This happened to me with pumping gas. When I was learning to drive my mother sent me out to pump the gas, and I had no idea where to start. I had to explain to her that it wasn't like I'd been paying attention. I had books!
First or second time I pumped gas, I got a faceful of it. Humiliating.
And tasted bad.
Kiefer warned staff: "I'm smashing it - can I pay for it?"
That's kinda cute. He asks permission to do his pillaging.
We're not being sent home early, but there is kind of a party atmosphere. I imagine some Austinites might be getting off early too.
Though, wait, are you in Pasedena? Because I can see why you'd get out early just on traffic issues alone.
I'm probably supposed to know what game you all are talking about, aren't I?
That's kinda cute. He asks permission to do his pillaging.
I always wanted a polite Viking.