Yeah, Leighton, it was. We killed a bottle of George Dickel between us the night before.
"Sair heids th' morn! Aw-haw-hey, we're the wee boys!" sez I, springin' oot m'kip none worse for wear, but Eeyore, er, I mean, Keith... he was a bit thick-headed that mornin'...
Ahem...shall we talk about a certain 270 wizzum a certain person could not chamber a round in????
I ain't hidin' NOTHIN'!! Just do a search and post a link to the original thread in which I fessed up to AAALLLLLL my idiocies and transgressions, and let's be done with it.
DAAAVEEEEEEY, DAAAVVEEEEY CROCKETT!!
Damn, this liquor is good! Keith, you boys might be SOL when you get down here next weekend...