Post-Birthday Posting

Guest writer here, Dr. Wise (I'm a Bioengineer - possibly on the cutting of science. Or at least on the cutting edge of poontang. Or whatev). Ronak is a little bit, um, shall we say tired. No, we shan't. (yes, "shan't" is a word - I think) As a matter a fact, he's feeling pretty awesome, actually awesomely inebriated. Don't hold it against him - it was his Birthday. Alright, maybe you can hold something against him. Maybe some voluptious boobs, or even a big round bootylicious ass. Just make sure it's not moist. Except maybe a moist towellette. He might need that after the five White Castles with "special sauce" that slid through his fingers and down his throat. Hey, they call them sliders for a reason, right? So,um,...anyway, we met up, ate some awesome Chinese food, then made out with our awesome girlfriends, respectively. Subsequently, we arrived at an awesome local pub, where we awesomely indulged in Budweiser pints while playing some awesome games of darts. Some awesomeness ensued, however, this...is to be continued. Right now we must get some awesome sleep. Sweet dreams my awesome peeps. (oh, by they way, if you didn't notice - we kind of had an awesome time)