the abarkeylypse

okay, i just received a phone call to move the giant keg of Pabst for the second time in as many days. the problem is, this time, i cannot focus my eyes properly. barkey, you'll pay for this one. oh yes, you'll pay.
planned events:
the phillips avenue drunken collective championship bocce ball trophy award;
texas hold 'em tourney with your smiling dealer Space Jackson;
barkey conning everyone into listening to the mostly unlistenable devolver premature ejacu-recordings;
odds given at poker table on ehrismans dog humping something/anything

space and i about fell out of our chairs watching roger waters perform with pink floyd last night.