I rocked at guitar practice.
Matt and I went to the PWG show. Brandon finally stopped by after not seeing a show since I-don't-know-when. It was just us and an old man referred to as "The Grey Mustache" and his son and pitchers of Stella Artois on tap. (No Sam Adams. Boo.) Cliff from college, who was always a pro-wrestling fan, coincidentally stopped by to check it out for the first time.
The chick whom Chad and I normally bust a #3 wasn't there. Boo. The chick who normally wears a flower on her ear was there. Yay. There was some chunky redheaded, white chick whom I put in the database just for the hell of it.
After a late dinner at Norm's, I fired up the porn and busted a #3 to some chick named Nicole on Alvin' (a.k.a. Sancho) Facebook list of friends. She's a blond chick with almost wrinkles around her eyes, indicating almost-cougar status. She was put into the database sometime earlier in the week due to being a knowledgeable MMA fan despite being a chick.
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