After much contemplation I figured that game couldn't have just been an accident. Upon further review I guess it wasn't an accident (thanks to previously unmentioned attendees of the game).
You might find the name of this blog a bit strange, however it makes perfect sense to a small and tight-knit group of friends who often find now that college is over and they have all moved on with “life”, the only time that all their paths cross again is at weddings. The title of this blog is not only a tribute to a wild, intoxicated night spent being pursued by a butchy park ranger in the backwoods of the WA (aka the "f'ing unknown) during a certain bachelor party, but also a tribute to life in general. It may be an “F’ing Uknown” but if we all make a point to grab a couple beers and meet up every now and again, we will get through it ok.
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The greatest job in photoshop of all time!!!
Photoshop my ass!
freakin clyde the glide, bro
hey, how the fuck did i get cut out?
Because you are an asshole and everyone hates you.
is paul asking for someone to photoshop his ass?
I was there too!
too bad they didn't travel back to STL. we coulda used a little help last night.
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