Okay, every single one of you sucks hairy, shriveled-up octogenarian Ewok testicles. Except, of course, PapaG and ToB. Thank you for your generosity, I had a blast even though the Blazers also sucked hairy, shriveled-up octogenarian Ewok testicles. I'll tell you who decidedly doesn't suck hairy, shriveled-up octogenarian Ewok testicles, and that's the management of Legends. They called in a bartender two hours early and signed up for NBA League Pass around noon on Friday in anticipation of our visit. It's not their fault that DirectTV didn't bother telling them that Blazer games are blacked out in Portland. The guy spent twenty minutes on the phone with them, and apparently cancelled the service because I was just starting to get into the Spurs-Magic game and the signal abruptly ended, lol. I couldn't remember my damned password to log on to S2 via my cell phone, so I called Sly for help (thanks, Dog, and thank you, Denny, for your assistance). I think we made it worth the bartender's time, though, and ToB and I learned a bit about the trials and tribulations of management of varying quality-levels of strip clubs. All in all, a good time. Except, of course, none of you hairy-shriveled-up-octogenarian-Ewok-testicle-sucking bastards showed up. Oh, and fuck Comcast.
