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New Year’s Eve Debauchery
As has become the tradition, every New Year's Eve we party at BrownTown's place. His basement wields a deadly bar, he empties out the knick knacks and the breakables and we just throw 'er down like the booze hungry fiends we are. Usually anywhere between 20-30 people show up and we just get totally twisted until the early hours of the morning. It may sound dull that we do the same thing every year but I would rather die than have to deal with downtown traffic and crowded open bars while fighting off ruthless drunks for the only cabbie left in the civilized world at 5 am. Instead, I get hammered at Chateau BrownTown and let the good times roll. 2006 was especially retarded because Cinbad, BrownTown's girlfriend, spiked the punch bowl leading to a series of unfortunate drunken events.
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Avoiding Sodomy and Pantsless Adventures
This was back in the summer of 2006 when The Real Deal and I went down to Ottawa to visit MCF and HorseBoy. I hadn’t seen HorseBoy in a few years; he had gotten into some trouble with some dicey characters and was forced to flee Montreal. This was our reunion and you bet your ass it was going to be an epic shit-show.
Complete Failure at Trying to be Responsible
Every once in a while I try to take it easy at the bars. Getting completely shit-face all the time does take a toll on the body and sometimes it’s just too fucking hard pushing my body to dangerous limits three or four consecutive nights a week. That doesn’t mean I still don’t do it regularly, I’m just trying to set up the reasoning behind this mess I’m about to tell you. This is the time I took a genuine shot at not getting savagely drunk and ended up getting, well, savagely drunk.
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