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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damn, it's fun sitting on the sidelines and watching the warriors suck in my new "dress code" suit.
Amare is the name of one of my favorite dinners back home. fried armadillo balls. Mmmmmm mmmmmmmm.
Tyler, dammit do i appreciate having the WORST weekend of my life, athletically speaking, rubbed in my face.
i didn't quite catch the cal game. what happened?
Hey what was the score of the U of A game by the way!!!! (OLE!!!!!)
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