KansaShitty
Welcome to KansaShitty, folks. If you were lucky enough to have the word Kansas in your team name this weekend, you lost. Kansas City Chiefs lost, Kansas City Wizards lost, University of Kansas football lost, Kansas State University football lost, a good team in KU Women's soccer lost to Nebraska, and I'm almost positive the Kansas City Royals did something stupid this weekend. And if you want to split hairs (as if it matters at this point), the number one ranked Jawkhawks basketball team had a close win against the Washburn Ichabods. As dwellers in the Fountain City, what do we have to look forward to watching in HD this holiday season? That's right, ABC's runaway hit, "Lost". How fitting.
So, what do you do when you have a Saturday full of disappointment. You head out. The three man street team consisting of myself, J Gee, and The Potts headed out for a collision course with the Amy Spring Birthday entourage. It all started at Fooleries, the roadhouse of the Plaza. It was a good time for about ten minutes when we realized that we were standing in a forrest of people. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stand right next to a drunken traveling women's basketball team that lost to UMKC that night. Against popular belief that women basketball players are homely, there was nice scenery. The problem was that there was six feet five inches of good scenery, too much for a guy that gave up almost a foot to these beasts. Couple that with being blasted for our team's decision to have a cool refreshing cigarette in a bar, it was time to move on. So, you're tired of being judged, where do you go? That's right, that safe haven of open-mindedness, free of pretension and people trying too hard, Reverse. Hey, at least you can smoke there, even if it is because "you're a model and that's what models do." Whatever. So, we finally met up with the Amy Spring birthday parade. It produced the usual suspects, Amy Spring, Jen Dubs, Paige 1, Annie Flagstaff, A girl named Sally (i think?), and three male porn stars. Whoa, what? Okay, I don't know if they were porn stars, but they had the porn star uniform on. Guys, it's almost winter in KansaShitty. Time to wear more than open dress shirt with nothing underneath. Nice guys, though. Friendly, loud, drunk. We've all been there. After my third twenty dollar drink, we lost The Potts to Kennedy's in old Waldo, and realization that riding in the Amy Spring birthday stretch Hummer might take too much effort, J-Gee and myself decided to meet up with The Potts. Really, nothing much happened after that. What I do remember wasn't that interesting. Sorry. That's it.
Shitty post? Yeah I guess. I've done better. But, that's the kind of weekend it was. Maybe nothing interesting happened because we never saw the L-Train this weekend other than a brief appearance during the first half of the Queefs game, MJ23 was in the motherland of Mexico and Shanks eloped. I don't know. Barwig, what say you? Hmmm? I say that my birthday is Thursday (e-mail me for a wishlist, friends), we have a holiday next week, and things can only get better.
So, what do you do when you have a Saturday full of disappointment. You head out. The three man street team consisting of myself, J Gee, and The Potts headed out for a collision course with the Amy Spring Birthday entourage. It all started at Fooleries, the roadhouse of the Plaza. It was a good time for about ten minutes when we realized that we were standing in a forrest of people. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stand right next to a drunken traveling women's basketball team that lost to UMKC that night. Against popular belief that women basketball players are homely, there was nice scenery. The problem was that there was six feet five inches of good scenery, too much for a guy that gave up almost a foot to these beasts. Couple that with being blasted for our team's decision to have a cool refreshing cigarette in a bar, it was time to move on. So, you're tired of being judged, where do you go? That's right, that safe haven of open-mindedness, free of pretension and people trying too hard, Reverse. Hey, at least you can smoke there, even if it is because "you're a model and that's what models do." Whatever. So, we finally met up with the Amy Spring birthday parade. It produced the usual suspects, Amy Spring, Jen Dubs, Paige 1, Annie Flagstaff, A girl named Sally (i think?), and three male porn stars. Whoa, what? Okay, I don't know if they were porn stars, but they had the porn star uniform on. Guys, it's almost winter in KansaShitty. Time to wear more than open dress shirt with nothing underneath. Nice guys, though. Friendly, loud, drunk. We've all been there. After my third twenty dollar drink, we lost The Potts to Kennedy's in old Waldo, and realization that riding in the Amy Spring birthday stretch Hummer might take too much effort, J-Gee and myself decided to meet up with The Potts. Really, nothing much happened after that. What I do remember wasn't that interesting. Sorry. That's it.
Shitty post? Yeah I guess. I've done better. But, that's the kind of weekend it was. Maybe nothing interesting happened because we never saw the L-Train this weekend other than a brief appearance during the first half of the Queefs game, MJ23 was in the motherland of Mexico and Shanks eloped. I don't know. Barwig, what say you? Hmmm? I say that my birthday is Thursday (e-mail me for a wishlist, friends), we have a holiday next week, and things can only get better.
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