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Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Behind a couch, somewhere in Philly
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... and then there was the time that I was at one of the two Nawlins conventions, and eating breakfast at the Harrah's buffet bar at 4:30 in the morning with VirtuMike ....
And suddenly I realized my eyes were closed and it seems my mouth was full of my teeth .... Hmm, rather, my mouth was full of what seemed, felt, as though all my teeth were knocked out or something. Turned out, unbeknonwst to me, that I had sat down with my plate, put crisp bacon in my mouth, and fell asleep sitting up there at the table, and a half an hour later when I woke up in the same position, I'd chewed the bacon down to where it had no flavor left and they must have been 30 or 40 pieces in there that were about the right texture and size of my teeth ....
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Looking Job #6 for the Year
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Join Date: Oct 2002
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At the summer New Orleans show in 2000, a few of us (Good Chris, Dugmor, and Pornication Josh) though it would be fun to go to Pat O'Brians for a "hurricane" before dinner. So at around 6pm we arrive there and get a round of the tall, red drinks. We decided, "ok one more" about 6 times and by midnight they were carrying me out of the place. On the way out, Jon Silverstein is walking in... sees my condition and goes "Hey Chris, come on in for a Hurricane!"
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