yeah bro, you came up with the idea.
As I recall, we were all chilling, when came in and got you drunk (you know how he can be, silver tongue), then you started rambling about how it blows because all the free-speech image hosts are small and go down all the time. After some Jäger-bombs and a few more lines of that pure columbian bam-bam, courtesy of (he lives up to his name), was rearranging the furniture so he could "get the curves just right", boone was still trying to convince you to accept his offer of a "native" backrub--whatever that was. All this was rather hard to focus on, what with standing in the middle of the room trying to stop people from talking about certain subjects. I don't know how he got in, all I know is he had a gavel from somewhere.
At least, that's what I remember.
Sounds like a hell of a night, I never can keep track of who is running what these days.
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