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Post by romanticizer on Mar 6, 2012 17:41:54 GMT -8
2011: The seamless meeting and becoming great friends within 1hr of meeting all the board people on Thursday night and then waking up and hangin' out Friday morning like we'd been doing this routine for the last 10 years. Man, so excited to do this. (Well, except for the fact the shuttle won't get there till Friday morn.) Are you flying in Friday morning, Lump? I was going to say if you are coming Thursday, I could take you with me.
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Post by Lump on Mar 6, 2012 19:07:33 GMT -8
Bah, I already bought shuttle tickets... Dagnabit. But I think I'm flying in Thursday. Thanks for the offer dearest most romantic of romanticizers.
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Post by romanticizer on Mar 6, 2012 19:09:18 GMT -8
Bah, I already bought shuttle tickets... Dagnabit. But I think I'm flying in Thursday. Thanks for the offer dearest most romantic of romanticizers. AWWW. Well, if you choose to sell your shuttle pass on the black market for extra Sasquatch spending money, there is a seat with your name on it Lumpykins.
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Post by Dr. Crane on Mar 6, 2012 19:32:14 GMT -8
2007: Bjorrito takes a young Burrito to a level of excitement that probably has something to do with why fires aren't allowed in the campground subsequent years.
2008: "I get to drive the van?! Yes."
2009: The birth and death of the greatest sunset in human history, brought to you by Explosions in the Sky and the pig-dog. "It's a pog". "Fuck you, it's a dig".
2010: "How was Brad?". "Brilliant". "How was Band of Horses?". "Brilliant". "How was Ween?". "Fucking brilliant".
2011: "I'm Neil fucking Diamond!"
2012: Burrito joins the cheddar dog party.
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