Tonight was another trip down memory lane as we ventured down to San Marcos for sloppy TexMex at Herbert's Taco Huts, and some pool and Honeybrowne at Cat's Billards.
This definately isn't a place you go to be seen, rather to jam Black Sabbath loud as hell on the juke box. The service there of course sucks, the people are mean, but seeing the chick with the
nice butt hat made up for everything.
Then there's gangsta Mark sportin' the Scion beanie. Gotta like people like Mark who raises the bar for everyone, who makes us average intelligence people look bad. Mr Art, philosophy, business, French major. Did I also mention he makes some killer moonshine wine?
Another successful evening, thanks for the company Marge, Yasu, and Markster. Look forward to prowling around there again soon, drinkin' the cheap beer and looking at some more priceless butthats.
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