The Buffistas spent $355.30 at the bar.
That seems way low. I spent about $35 on drinks. I find it hard to believe I was 10% of the take.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
The Buffistas spent $355.30 at the bar.
That seems way low. I spent about $35 on drinks. I find it hard to believe I was 10% of the take.
I spent $6 and didn't even have any alcohol.
Not sure how much Hubs spent, but it was more than $20.
Har! For the F2Fers
Cicada rage from Craig's List:
To the little fucker who dive bombed me on my way to lunch. You retarded, blind, little shit. You flew into the back of my ear while I was crossing the street! People laughed and pointed while I had, what looked like, an epileptic seizure. Bitch.
To the sneaky bastard who tried to smuggle himself into my office after lunch. My boss spotted you on my shoulder. I looked like a fucking sailor with his bug-parrot. I hope you liked the smack down I gave you.
To the beltway hitchhiker(s). For stupid bugs, you guys sure have good aim. Who would've thunk that two little shits like you could fly INTO a moving car! The first one landed on my passenger seat near Georgia Ave. You are more retarded than most of your friends (which is impressive). All you could do was fall over yourself and get stuck in the seams of my car seats. I didn't even have to fuck with you. Your friend though.... oh that muthafucka.... He flew into my driver's side window and smacked me in the throat! At 60mph!! That shit hurt. I almost rear-ended the Saturn in front of me because of you! But I had the last laugh... After you kamikazied my throat, your dumb ass got scared and flew to that back of my car, right at the base of the rear windshield. As soon as I saw your ass camped on my speakers, I cranked up the stereo. I hope you enjoyed 110dB of Dandy Warhols from half an inch away!!!
Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
I'm sure I spent at least $20.
A couple days ago during my lunch walk, a cicada ended up on the back of my hand. S/He hitchhiked for several blocks, crawled up my arm, then flew away as we reached the American Indian museum.
I named him/her Howard.
Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
With meeeeeeee!
And I'm jealous of Teppy.
I'm fairly sure I spent at least $36 on drinks.
I know Hil had five drinks.
She did the math the next day.