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Sunday, June 25, 2006 :::

A Psychic Connection

Even on opposite sides of the car seat and invisible to each other, me and this random cab driver somehow decided to spontaneously make the same hideously glazed-over face for the camera:

What are the odds. This was on Friday before T-bone ended up like this, which means I ended up walking home five miles through the ghetto at 3:30am.

::: posted by dan at 11:13 PM :: [ link ] :: (16) comments

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I love how facial expressions is what we are supposed to focus on here. How many drinks does it take to get t-bone out of his clothes?

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the other sarah, at 12:04 AM

where's the rest of this story?

not about the cab driver and then faces . . . the one about your HOT friend walking like that through the streets? here, here, i agree with sarah!

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angie, at 12:30 AM

OMG! Hilarious! Did he puke on his clothes and lose his keys?... Yeah! wheres the rest of the story!

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sweets-n-scotch, at 12:41 AM

Looks like we're still clamouring for more story :-)

heh, and all I can think of right now is that T-Bone would've FIT RIGHT IN along with all the other hot topless men I saw here during our Pride parade today!

-- Silph

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Anonymous, at 3:30 AM

I am thiking out of money,no taxi, too late for the bus, no friends available to pick your asses up......
or just walking off a terrible drunk...

there is more to this story dan,,,

we have all seen drunk t-bone pics,,but this one is the
most interesting to date.

tell us all the dirt.
you owe it to us.

J

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Anonymous, at 5:18 AM

Oh boy! I'm laughing my a** off right now. What a picture!

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Georg, at 5:52 AM

This was after many drinks at four different bars and right before a final stop at a friend's apartment. I'm not sure how many drinks it takes to get T out of his clothes, but it's clearly less than what it takes for me, because that picture simply represents T-Bone's unsuccessful attempt at getting people to streak, and I didn't participate.

It is, however, too many drinks to drive dan home, so if I wanted to sleep in my own bed then I was going to have to find an alternative mode of transportation. I left on foot hoping to catch a cab on the way but it was later than I expected, plus I accidentally walked the wrong way which put me in an area where cabs don't frequent and where you don't want to stand around on a corner for twenty minutes waiting for one. So I tried to get a cab to pick me up by predicting which intersection I would be at in twenty minutes, but my calculations failed. Long story short, no cabs, too late for buses, and I walked about 5 miles home.

I supposed I could have just crashed at the friend's apartment like T, but that's not really my style.

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dan, at 10:07 AM

How very "old school" of T. "We're going streaking!" He must love the drunk tank...

I was under the impression that streaking involved nudity, not boxers.

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the other sarah, at 11:20 AM

Mmm, who is the cutie with the cancer stick in the cab?

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Anonymous, at 11:43 AM

Wow that picture just killed my old lady crush!

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sarahsmom, at 12:17 PM

I'd of streaked. It's been way too long. lol.

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elizabeth, at 7:27 PM

I'm with Sarah, however, streaking is done in the nude.

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elizabeth, at 7:29 PM

who took the picture?

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Honey Bunny, at 8:52 PM

Apparently T is the type who likes to wear mid-calf black socks with boxers...probably too drunk to notice/care how ridiculous that is.

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Anonymous, at 2:49 PM

random question...

Is there like an interview process to get on Dan's blogroll??

I'm almost clever sometimes...

Check me out Dan

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the other sarah, at 7:28 PM

What's REALLY frightening is that your cab driver looks almost identical to my neighbor. He's a painter, but maybe he's been doing some moonlighting?

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Anonymous, at 12:24 PM

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