My brother (who may or may not be an asshole, depending on who you ask) is traveling the world for a year without me.
As half of our workdays consisted of e-mailing each other random things, we needed a new (and public) venue for that to continue.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
St. Patrick's Day: Hour 1
Count: (2) Guinness, (1) Shot
I walked in at 6:55 a.m. and Adam Johnson was here. Success. I'm already sans sleeves. Let's do this, bud.
This is going to be straight-up illegible by the time all is said and done. Say hey to Johnson for me.
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