Grab Two Beers And Meet Me In the F'ing Unknown: A damn cold night.

/*Nothing to see here*/ Grab Two Beers And Meet Me In the F'ing Unknown: A damn cold night.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

A damn cold night.

I went to my first capital punishment protest at San Quentin Prison last night, and spent the night holding candles and listening to a lot of Bob Dylan.

We won.

For now.

5 Comments:

At 10:42 PM, Cody said...: the guy is still alive....i think it's clear that we have all lost.
At 10:58 AM, Anonymous said...: sing a-yeah...sing a-yeah... a la yeah..
Everything's not lost!
At 10:59 AM, Anonymous said...: Cody, a few more comments like that, and i might promote you from "bible study partner" to my intramural football team! woof woof!

(PS- make sure you have all 6 verses of "Blessed Assurance" committed to memory by this Thursday or the deal is OFF!)
At 1:11 PM, drew said...: hey, hey, lets not get distracted from whats really important...

CODY IS ALIVE!!!!!!!

(call me sometime you absent, big-balled bastard!)
At 1:13 PM, Anonymous said...: Drew,

they're mine now.

back off, bitch.

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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.

Grab Two Beers And Meet Me In the F'ing Unknown

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

A damn cold night.

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