I'm starting to feel that crazy John Belushi "Brother Bluto" kind of madness coming on when I think about weekends at N* these days.
In the great words of my late hero "What the **** happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
So, who's coming with me? All Monkey fest either day this weekend. I'd be there Sunday, but my new lady friend has requested me to do other things that day. I'm bringing one of my Reno mates up with me on Saturday, should be good times.
In the great words of my late hero "What the **** happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
So, who's coming with me? All Monkey fest either day this weekend. I'd be there Sunday, but my new lady friend has requested me to do other things that day. I'm bringing one of my Reno mates up with me on Saturday, should be good times.