I thought of that. Unless you live in Detroit, one of its suburbs, or Houghton, Michigan…I won’t know your area code.
This is because I am not worldly in the least, and I have no friends outside of my direct geographical location.
In that case, I’ll be calling you from Dearborn to throw you off.
Aaron, I believe the crime against humanity was the amount of vomit that spewed forth from my innards.
Also… I called it a Cherry Popper? I obviously don’t remember that, but it was awfully clever. I am so sweet!
In that there are no cherries in Grenadine.
You should call it a Needle Fucker, as it is pure pomegranate goo.
Needle Fucker sounds painful… rather like shots of rum and grenadine when you have… oh, a half a bottle’s worth of the rum.
But that would make the game not-fun. And Trot seems like the pro-hate fun kinda guy to me.
Also, I am not seeing any numbers. My cell phone plan has free long distance. I want to strike up a conversation about the sociological ramifications of introducing french cheese to a southeastern oriental nation, such as korea, or vietnam*.
*Editors note: I will not use this topic of discussion when calling, as that will be a direct giveaway
I just thought the game was shot down by anti-fun forces.
They seemed to be filibustering the issue…
Oh I’ll filibust their skulls!
You’re lucky I hid the rest of the bottle.
In my stomach.
That’s where you hide all my favorite things… like Aaron’s semen.
In Phil’s stomach??
Snap!