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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well, jesus would be pleased, i am sure.
oh, and a little advice, if the locals take you hunting... if AT ALL possible, try not to shoot any of the elderly in the face.
The worst thing about Europe is that you can't go out in the middle of the night and get a Slurpee.
I bet you could in pakistan... or do all of them come over here to sell them?
I think it would be much easier hunting with the elderly then taking a ride over a bridge with a drunken Irishman.
40+ countries and counting for this fella...
Amendment...30+ countries...sorry for typo.
48 states. :-)
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