Okay, he wasn't really Bruce Willis, but he had a big ole bald head. And I ended up calling him a douche-bag, and he still wouldn't go away. Carrie met a hot Ultimate Fighter-guy and got his number (you go girl), and since then we've been seeing signs about the UFC. She saw an article in the paper the next morning, and when I came back from the gym and flipped the TV on there was some special on SpikeTV about it... wierd.
So, yeah anyway, we met "Bruce Willis" at a bar on Friday when we went and did a "big-kid crawl" for Eric, who, as of today, is leaving us for grad school in Hawaii... the bastard. I suppose Dawn should be the most upset... but who the hell are we gonna get to do the "White Boy Dance" for us now? Who else knows how to do the "White Man's Overbite" so well? Aw Eric! He took care of the three of us drunken broads one night and never complained (you may reference the previous post "Sister Soggy Tits" if you'd like to read all about it)... Such good men are hard to find, so we just HAD to do one last 3am visit to Steak N Shake.
This one's for you, Mormon!! He he...
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