Why You Ain't Got No Play, Playa?
October 17, 2004 - 7:29pm
Although of late I have become the queen of drunken anecdotes, this weekend has gone by almost entirely without event. It was fun, to be sure, but it was not funny, or novel. I even slammed two Long Island Ice Teas in the space of about 15 minutes, and all it resulted in was Abie laughing at me being “slow on the uptake”.
After we returned home, I did spend a long time talking to Abie's friend Kevin on the phone about classic shareware games, but that conversation was ended when I called his friend Lane a motherfucker for not knowing the proper gangsta name for Atlanta.
“It's the A-T-L! No one cool has called it Hotlanta in like 7 years! Who are you to be telling me what the A-T-L is called, motherfucker?”
Lane responded by calling me a dyke. I kid you not.
Oh, the times.
October 17, 2004 - 8:40pm
Enthralling I think. Omigod though, I totally know what you're talking about when you say Linux!
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