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This is what happens when Andrea doesn't log off typepad when she goes and gets an hour-long pregnant-woman massage. MY PRETTY BLOG NOW.

I wish to share a story. At the end of my freshman year in college, I didn't think I'd gotten really drunk yet. Sure, I'd been tipsy/buzzed/kinda drunk, but not so much that I'd say, man, I'm drunk. So the last night, I asked a couple of people to make sure I got on my 3:45 am SuperShuttle and proceeded to match double shots of tequila with a friend of mine.

This is no normal friend. He was the center for our basketball team. He stood 6'8" and weighed somewhere between 250 and 270 pounds. After about 5 double shots, when he was carrying on normal conversation and I was having a terrific time moving my head around in a circle, he cut me down to "only" doing a shot for every two of his.

This story goes on and is one of my personal favorites (although for obvious reasons, it never appeared on Jeopardy) (Hi Robert!). I bring it up today because I googled that friend this morning and discovered that he is currently a mixed martial arts fighter going by the nickname of the Scorpion. So if you ever see this man

a) run, and b) know that he and I once spent a very fun night shooting tequila out of his South Park shot glasses.

We now return you to your regular programming.

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Comments

[AR]

Hi Dan!! Ya bored?

[Alan]

Too funny. She needs to forget to log off more often.

[shea]

Are you crazy?!? Look at the size of that man!

[Proto Attorney]

I can't believe you tried to match shots with that guy and lived to tell the story. Do you still have a liver?