Kablooie Wins...Kablooie Wins

So Kablooie finally got its second win of the year in a 14-13 barnburner. As a result, I can barely walk this morning, but we got the win.

So King's van is da' bomb. We need to christen it with a good name. The van is great because it allows for critical mass in passengers. Last night on the way to Piece from UofC saw the following things:
1) Myself as DJ.(Anyone who has the misfortune of having me DJ in the car knows it is just a way for me to exercise my ADD).
2) A call to Dad to see what bar has the Prince tribute night? The Berlin.(Not my Dad, but Union Crew's dad). (Oh and this was the only thing talked about on the call to San Fran).
3) Talk of a blowjob class at Miss Casual's house. (I though BK was going to drive off the road when "blowjob class" was mentioned. Followed with Miss Causal talking about how she didn't know who came. BK and I of coursed looked at each other like idle school boys and laughed).
4)AY claiming Joe's lady as a member of the houesehold and her looking like she just ate bad fish.

Then when we arrive at Piece, BK's new household (five bedrooms, count them five) is holding a meeting to divy up rooms. (I offered my services as a non-binding arbitrator). It seems BK got his way, shocker, with the master bedroom. Yet, the main argument for BK getting the master bedroom seemed to be he was the least likely to get laid within the next year. It aslo seems as if JF(pornstar) and NaCho are competing in a triathlon in two weeks to see who gets the better room. Pfil thought a better contest would be to put Pornstar and NaCho in a bar and see who pulled the most digits. I of course said NaCho did not have a chance, but Pfil said NaCho could and should be drunk. Well that changes everything.