Bryan Joiner

Check it out. I made it!

The day I moved in, the previous tenant had left me some Budweisers. That was nice. The next weekend, some friends came over and brought beers, and the I drank the leftover ones for the next couple weeks. Last weekend, at the conclusion of the Journey to Joiner’s, we ended up here, with a couple of six-packs I did not buy. Now they are all almost gone, and so I ask: who will buy me beer next? We are entering a critical time period.

I woke up. I moved some stuff around in my apartment. I went and got coffee and a muffin. I came back and cleaned up some and talked on the phone. Then I took my dry cleaning out and got a Vietnamese sandwich. Then I came back home and watched some basketball and cleaned up some more. Then I went to Trader Joe’s, and everyone in the world was there. Then I came home and washed some clothes. Then I wrote about baseball and watched some baseball. Then I cooked some food and wrote this note, and then I probably went to bed. The end!

All my sweet sixteen teams remaining.

As a great man said, “I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’.”

Casey Neumann.

Just an update: we’ve moved the start point to Angry Wade’s, 222 Smith Street, for NCAA purposes. See you there!

Check out the first and last lines in this picture about the Rocky Mountain News folding.

and like OMG we saw bill at trader fred’s and he was so hot

I hope he calls LOLZ

Sigh.

Bradford C.-Laurion breaks it down:

An NFC Championship game in Arizona is like spotting a snow leopard

I tried a new hot sauce last night. It is called Mega Death hot sauce. There are misleading names sometimes, like L.A. Lakers or Utah Jazz. This is not one of those times.