I can recall some chocolate covered strawberries and some girl-on-girl action in one of the beds-- haha you all wish!
haha, they wish they knew what went down in the room once we all went to "sleep" 
Hahahaha...I never slept....jokes on you!!! (as well as...oh, nevermind :lol:)
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
you guys did make a notable effort though, good persistence i must say...
yum yum yum... sigh...
shimmyin\' gal :spin:
yum yum yum... sigh...
shimmyin\' gal :spin:
...lol juliana is that you in there?
yum yum yum... sigh...
shimmyin\' gal :spin:
Can you please explain how the shimmy works?
I think we need some video clips for the gallery.
I don\'t know what went down everywhere/anywhere with girl on girl action but all I can confirm is that I woke up in room 322. There was Buquebus (hardLuckHarry on Pheesh) Igz and Postom.
These were my first 6 minutes that I joleted down upon awakening.
P.S.Please excuse the written English given it being my second language.
Rude awakening in Bridgeport Ct. 9:22am sunday post UAC breakfast show.
Three things combined forces to rattle my world Sunday morning. The early morning sun, a "dready" kid whom I knew by the name of Hard Luck Harry and a Filet-O-Fish that was no more than 18" from my face and at least a day old. I know this because nobody could/would vouch for it\'s presence and being downtown Bridgeport my sanitary expectations for the establishment were not very elevated and I had no reason to doubt what I was being told by my surroundings.
The first issue was rapidly resolved when Melissa got up, pulled the shades shut and barred the sun from the room. Instant gratification is almost always pleasant in these kind of situations and given the fact that it helped dull the rapidly onsetting physical reminder of a open bar made this case no exception. The beers of choice were Sierra Nevada, Guiness and Heineken with a fully stocked bar, def. no holding back on the expenses here and while all might have been free only a few hours ago I was due to pay the price today.
Once the question of the sunlight was resolved, Hard Luck Harry became quite talkative. He had a flash of someone repeatedly calling him a wookie while he had passed out on the floor. Apparently causing him much torment he was determined to find out who it was. At this time the Filet-O-Fish and it\'s odor became much more pungent and suddenly brought on a flashback/memory/D?j?-vu of my own.
I was transported back to last summer where after a show at LaBoca when I awoke downtown Middletown. At first thought the situation might not sound that bad but there are a few things that should be added. I had been seeing "GoClicPhan" at the time but we kind of got into a "situation" that evening so...
Expectations: Great show, have some drinks and waking up next to/spooning my girlfriend at her place two street corners from the show. Proceed to indulging in sex, java and a fresh copy of the NYTimes and see from there.
Reality: Great show, have some drinks and waking up next to/spooning my tackle box in the back of my wagon zero street corners from the show. Proceed to be repulsed by the odor of bait that had been forgotten a few days earlier in the bottom of my box and have Java with some homies on the street while I read a copy of some tabloid out of NYC.
Needless to say, the only thing that got thrown out of my life faster than the chick was the rotting fish. Having nobody to throw out of my life on this glorious morning I attacked the "rotting fish of the day" problem that I had.
Still laying in bed, I lunged for the Filet-O-Fish. Now, at this time while determined to fight the urge of opening it and getting the visual image that would have helped in resolving it\'s age I was quite uncertain of how my curious nature would react once it was in my hands. Upon contact with the box I saw the light and the answers to all our remaining questions were answered . The amount of grease that had soaked through the box and seeped onto my hands clearly indicated it\'s purchase date was somewhere around March 27th. My mad rush to the bathroom to dispose of the Filet-O-Fish brought a sense of physical reality upon me that made me realize my real age and answered Hard Luck Harry\'s question as well.
It was a six pack of midgets whom had obviously snuck into our room and taken turns kicking me and calling him a "wook" while we were all zzz\'ing away.
classic........
good lord........
so wait...
where did the fish sandwich come from?
so wait...
where did the fish sandwich come from?
Stephen,
Get used to GoClic world. Seriously I have NO clue. All I know it that it was there, it didn\'t smell good (coming from a guy who had 17.27 IPA\'s over the last 12 hours you can comprehend what that implies).
In retrospect there are two possibilities. It was indeed just laying there for the past two weeks (who the hell rents a roon d-town Bridgeport in April?)
OR!
Rich from Philly (the taper) was in a TURBO-rush and had them "bag it, tag it and sell it to the butcher in the McDee\'s" (without proper "degreasing/shaking).
In any case I had awoken to prettier sights/aroma\'s.
No idea about the fishamajig, but I can assure you that you did not wake up in 322...312 perhaps???
stevie -
http://www.thebreakfast.info/photopost/
please?
just got em all up.
i thought i was putting them in the 4/9/05 part, but i dont think it turned out that way....they are up there some where....a couple of funny ones too...
No idea about the fishamajig, but I can assure you that you did not wake up in 322...312 perhaps???
Nope. 322 KangFermed.
Well... as long as that was RIGHT of the elevator. 312 was the room that had the cheese in it from what I remember.
No idea about the fishamajig, but I can assure you that you did not wake up in 322...312 perhaps???
Nope. 322 KangFermed.
Well... as long as that was RIGHT of the elevator. 312 was the room that had the cheese in it from what I remember.
i dont know what room you were in, but there was cheese everywhere....
322...LOTS of cheese and a tray of crackers too. Crackers without a tray were in 312.confirmed
