Born and raised in the land of of those beautiful golden eggs. You going out downtown with the upper class? Enjoy. Give me a dangle at the Angle, a few cold ones at the big T (as long as the "lights are on"), or a nice Mojito (Or Mo-homo, as some certain smart-ass bartenders refer to it) at that place when no matter when you go, it always feels like a Friday. Your Gucci shirt and $200 jeans are very nice, but I don't think my Space Ghost shirt or $20 jeans with no knees will fit in. Give me bar hopping with Maryland Dave, splitting a 30 pack with "The Old Man", or getting into some mindless arguement with the great Landon, and there you will find a smile on my face. "You're so shy. You never talk." Sure I do. Just not to you. Don't mean to be ignorant. I'd just rather not fill you full of B.S. I pride myself in being honest and true. And Jesus Christ, if you can find humor in anyone, anything, pull up a chair, because drinks are on me. Life is short. Laugh hard. This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? Go get one!
