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Jun. 17th, 2002 10:48 pmSo, I got to do some HC with mah buddy Dave this weekend. Fuuuun. It got better. I almost left him when some guys where playing Champions behind me.
Dude, Champions. It's my favourite game EVER. EVER. I've never played more than a session of it, but it still rocks.
Anyway, HC. Fun. We played 200, 300 & 300 pt games.
You'll thank me, because I edited out the interminible descriptions, but it was fun. The game goes quick when you know what you're doing.
Weekend was overall quiet. Helped the missus with her reportage (I could be a serial killer, and this would be sufficient penance).
Oh,yeah: Got to try the Vanilla Coke. Not bad. If it was diet, and a bit stronger, I"d drink it regularly. Not as stomach pleasing as ginger ale, but potable.
Hmmm. Finally got my Rifts auctions priced to mail. It'll be $24 to get them down to Kansas. I'm just gonna pack it into one of the old WW boxes.
Oh! Karaoke! We went out Saturday. Cheevers new KJ is just this side of unforgiveably incompetent. I prefer to have people there who sing better than me, which is another sin.
There's this one guy named Peter. Motherfucker ain't been sober an hour in his life. If he ever stops drinking, the hangover will kill him and twenty innocent people. Keith Richars will occasionally pop into the room and go "look, mate, you've got to slow down, gargulsy wassoblatta".
So, I did like two songs. White Wedding and something else. I prefer to do the single dirtiest song on the book (except Ode to my Car, which is just kinda lame). Stroking is good. Or Chocolate Salty Balls. I just like having the KJ know who's in charge.
And on Sunday, I made leftover chicken into Curry. God bless the fien people at Pataks.
Dude, Champions. It's my favourite game EVER. EVER. I've never played more than a session of it, but it still rocks.
Anyway, HC. Fun. We played 200, 300 & 300 pt games.
You'll thank me, because I edited out the interminible descriptions, but it was fun. The game goes quick when you know what you're doing.
Weekend was overall quiet. Helped the missus with her reportage (I could be a serial killer, and this would be sufficient penance).
Oh,yeah: Got to try the Vanilla Coke. Not bad. If it was diet, and a bit stronger, I"d drink it regularly. Not as stomach pleasing as ginger ale, but potable.
Hmmm. Finally got my Rifts auctions priced to mail. It'll be $24 to get them down to Kansas. I'm just gonna pack it into one of the old WW boxes.
Oh! Karaoke! We went out Saturday. Cheevers new KJ is just this side of unforgiveably incompetent. I prefer to have people there who sing better than me, which is another sin.
There's this one guy named Peter. Motherfucker ain't been sober an hour in his life. If he ever stops drinking, the hangover will kill him and twenty innocent people. Keith Richars will occasionally pop into the room and go "look, mate, you've got to slow down, gargulsy wassoblatta".
So, I did like two songs. White Wedding and something else. I prefer to do the single dirtiest song on the book (except Ode to my Car, which is just kinda lame). Stroking is good. Or Chocolate Salty Balls. I just like having the KJ know who's in charge.
And on Sunday, I made leftover chicken into Curry. God bless the fien people at Pataks.
