UF ATL meet this Saturday? edit: oops

Coqui said:
Works for me. You can just sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up.........my femur



About two years ago a friend and I got really drunk at a party. That's not what I feel bad about. Instead, it's what we did afterwards: We snuck into a old Civil War cemetary with about three bottles of Finlandia and tried to break into a masoleum. I really wanted a femur as a momento. I swung one of the bottles at the hinges (I was drunk and not thinking straight, obviously), it broke, and I got soaked with Finish vodka. At the time it was hilariuos and I couldn't have felt cooler, but now.... well, I feel like a hoodlum.