Monday, May 28, 2007

Sunday is Not My Day

So once again, I go out and some one at the bar wants to fight me. What is this craziness about? Apparently I need to stop going to that bar.

Things I overheard tonight that I thought were funny:

Where am I? Am I still in Albany?

What is your favorite prime number? I really dig 13.

Are you looking at my girl? I want to fight you.

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