Not as in I lent a bastard money and he paid me back with beer, but as in 'tis the solemn season of Lent. This time of speculation and end of the Mardi Gras means that our own sodden New Orleans transplant (Sodomite) ex Poobah JD Beckerman's wedding is a mere 6 weeks away. I and at least one other Bastard (Jay) have reservated accommodations and travel plans. Anybody going to help me get a flying solo Jay hammered? It's REALLY funny.
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We'll be there.
I heard Jay stopped drinking, wears a robe now and keeps talking about "The Reckoning". Not sure what that's about.
Wait. Is this something we should stop? Or will ruining the occasion suffice? Just want to be clear on the mission.
I plan to give up giving stuff up.
If anyone is still up to the task, it should only take about two pints these days.
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