The Workermonkey

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Raise your mugs... 

# posted by Brancibeer @ 6/30/2005 10:22:00 AM

Ah yes, coffee. How can something soooo vile, turn into something so good. I mean, when I was a kid, I thought coffee was disgusting. The taste, the smell, everything about it. Now I savor the smell, deep full flavor and let every sip flow down and soothe my throat. Soon I know that bright perk will appear in my eyes and my mind will be stirring with gitty opportunistic thought. Here’s to sweet sweet chemical alteration!

Seriously, whats going on here fellas? If I wanted to just talk to Ron, I would call him (and I do). This is a group website, designed for group input. Kolpak, Tino? Josh, I expected more from you. Murphy? Well Murphy has always been a loose cannon. I hear he’s banging a lot of broads out in MT. Looney, Bergan? You can rant all you want, whats not to like? Chump, what the hells happening. I had a strange dream last night. Some kind of party, where Macunes was puking (and in the dream he had never puked before) over a stone wall, and Chump was inside sleeping in a bed with Janice Everett. Just sleeping though. Weird that she popped up from the unconscious. Damon? I never had the chance man. I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE (end in fake desperate crying voice).

Miss you all, have a fun weekend.

3 comments

Never had the chance for what? And yeah, thanks for mentioning Janice, nice to recall a hottie. I still keep away from coffee, if only because it's not good for you, so why would I get into that habit. Tea isn't as bad, and I like that. Just got my visa so it's for sure now. I'm flying July 31 and coming back at the very earliest the start of next June, but it could be much longer. And my '92 Civic hatch is for sale. It gets 40 mpg. $1750 anyone?

By  Damon, at Thursday, June 30, 2005 12:16:00 PM  

Ok, maybe it wasnt clear during my caffeine surge. Never had the chance to interact with you on the blogger (becuase you stopped writing when i came back).

By  Brancibeer, at Thursday, June 30, 2005 2:42:00 PM  

Okay, so Chump beds-up with Janice and yet I'm having my first puke over a stone wall. Seriously, buddy - retool your subconcious. If my role in the dream was political, then I'm either trying to tear down the Berlin Wall with stomach acids or else I'm involved in that homersexual protest from the 60's. Just so's everyone knows, my real-life role in both events have been greatly exaggerated by history.

By  DJ Booze Piñata, at Thursday, June 30, 2005 3:41:00 PM  

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