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.
3 Comments:
Well what else would expect him to do, that little shit knocked his glasses off. He's lucky to still be alive!
Drew, I hope you titled this "whoops" because the kid f'ed up.
well at least it wasnt a priest.. then it would have said "(L)icked the boy in the groin"
Damnit G....just damnit.
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