“Honey, not tonight, I need my sleep… I’ve got a lot of partying to do tomorrow”
That pretty much sums it up.
Wed. night was insane. Mz. AgentDragonFly flew in from Houston and I hosted a dinner party for EIGHT tards. Everything went swimmingly and we all got very drunk. So drunk that the missing yorkshire pudding went unnoticed. yay for me.
Thursday night my BFF, husband, and I, met up with “Al-catraz” at Celias for happy hour and had a few thousand drinks. Afterward, we headed on over to the bowling alley to show off our mad skillz. We ate corn dogs and didn’t get thrown out for tossing TWO balls down the lane at the same time on more than one occasion ( you REALLY can’t take us ANYWHERE) . Oh, and we also got FREE bowling socks- SCORE. After we were no longer coherent enough to bowl in a straight-ish line, we stumbled on over to the bar where they had KARAOKE going in full force. Oh yes, we did…and how.
Friday, was spent recovering. We took BFF to the airport and cleaned up. The un-fun part.
Saturday, I woke up feeling like I was going to die which was really unfortunate because a gf of mine was coming into the city for the night and we had made plans… I was unable to get it together. Sorry lady.
Sunday was Dolly’s 83rd birthday, we met up with some of his super fresh friends from the “other-cool-coast” ,wir gehen ein Bier trinken, and tore it up at a dive in the neighborhood. I don’t quite remember how the night ended but it’s cool, we laughed a LOT.
.. then yesterday happened. While I was walking Daisy, she got stung by bee. Actually, she STEPPED on a bee and it stung her. I had NO idea what the hell happened to her, I thought she stepped on glass, or somehow twisted her ankle. It was on the same side as where she had surgery last year after being hit by a truck (this dog has survived EVERYTHING). I was totally freaked so I took her to the vet to get it checked out and after sedating her so that she would let them come near her foot without squirming and whimpering, they discovered, and removed, a big fat bee stinger from her paw 
. My poor little lump of fur.
Daisy on dope:
Things have been busy, lots to do… will check in again later. Perhaps some cam action later this week.
So Germany is still on, husband talked to HR yesterday and it looks like we will be moving, for sure, mid March or early April. All is a prima…ich hab’s ziemlich gut 
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Your dog looks exactly the same way I do after I’ve had four Jagerbombs. Fur and all.
Put two bowling balls in your butt
..hi collena,welcome back to the cyberworld…
Poor Daisy indeed…but it could have much worse….like taking her to the Bowlingroom….imagine her walking around a bunch of insane drunks,armed with heavy weight ball’s,not aware wich direction they have to trow the ball’s…..so she was lucky only have to suffer a bee attack….
Thank u for the pics of your hubbie and friends. It’s amazing that you can sing without a micro in the karaoke bar…..the people there where very lucky….haha…
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Funny things to do at a Bowling Alley
Everytime you throw exclaim “TAKE THAT, YOU!!!” continue this behavior until forcefully thrown out.
When ever a strike “X” appears on the screen, start yelling about how this is a Black Panther conspiracy.
Explain to the Owner how your game has been ruined due to Platetechtonics then loose him in lingo. Demand Compensation.
Bring Zippo fluid, light the pins on fire.
Wear Golf Shoes.
Pray to the pins, leave sacrifices.
Dress up like an amish man. Give speaches to others against the high technology used in bowling.
Play bocci with extra lane balls
Try to juggle the balls, when you drop them, start screaming about Platetechtonics again
Every ten minutes run the entire length of the building beating your own head and speaking in tounges, then sit down as if nothing happened.
Bring full angling gear, ask how they’re biting…..fish.
Completely cover your ball in duct tape (sticky side out) then loudly complain about how your hook is off.
Hide behind the pins. Stick your head up, LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY.
Use a Curling Weight instead, bring a full team of sweepers.
Throw refuse down the ball return, tell the owner the trash compactor is busted.
Make your prescence known by arranging pentagrams out of candles on every lane except yours.
Root for the other team- Bring Banners.
Make fun of your team- Bring Lettuce.
Tell the rival team captain that you just met his “little girl” walk away mumbling “how bad things happen”
Bring a foghorn, use at crucial moments
Even if you miss totally–At the top of your lungs scream STEEEEEEEEERIKE
Bring a small gold idol, demand the other team pray to it.
Rent all the lanes, don’t bowl
Rent all the shoes, eat them
Blatenly Underscore yourself, then accuse the other team of cheating
When an opponent is on his backswing, race up and take his ball, run home.
If your team is in the finals, throw nothing but gutterballs, blame platetechtonics
Trip EVERY member of the opposing team, trip your team, trip everyone
Wear a baseball uniform, bowl sidearm.
SuperGlue Police Whistles to the hand-dryers…leave town
Walk around asking people why they are here, do this the whole night
Ask to use the house mic. Say you want to make an anoucement, expond on the sins of bowling
Name your ball something like “KILLER”, Openly boast to everyone how great you are, bowl terribly. Do this all night
Sit in your lane and heckle others with a BullHorn.
Bring a dartgun…Be inventive.
Wrestle with your ball. (WWF Style) Ask someone to ref.
Run around sprinkling “MAGIC FAIRY DUST” on everyone’s balls. Tar works nice.
Sponsor a Really Big Open Bowl Night, Dont even have a Entrance fee. Advertise it using Every Mass Media known to man, make the 3rd Prize: $10,000 and a Porshce 2nd Prize: $5,000 and a trip to Europe 1st Prize: A coffee mug Then sit back a watch the fights….. leave or Cancel the whole thing.
Hand out Pamphlets on Patetechtonics.
Hi Daisy, I WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND….
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Oh Joan of Arse, you tire me out with your pictures. And get Daisy to drug rehab if that pooch has a dope problem