The Greased Pig Gala 2003 (page 3)
This is Jeremy. Jeremy works at the dock with Brodey at the UWM Union. On his good days, Jeremy resembles John Lennon. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. Turns out that Jeremy is one too.
Maybe it's just me, but I think that Scott Lorge looks like a Muppet. I can practically see him singing and dancing and doing the Muppet Sway. You all know what I'm talking about. Every time that the Muppets sing, they rock back and forth in unison. Scott would do that too.
Pat took over TJ's door position while TJ napped, and did a fantastic job. But it's not hard to do a good job when there's no one entering or exiting the door, but who am I (the Iceman) to accuse someone of their productivity?
Me and Aaron spent some much needed time on the couch, and Davis spent some much needed time with his hand on Aaron's stomach. Sometimes things happen that you can't explain, so who ya gonna call?
The real party was down in the basement, where all the alcohol was located. It became the gathering place for the rest of the night. There were kids playing cards, kids standing around, kids darting in and out of pictures, and kids having a good time. These kids laughed and played like schoolchildren, and we all had ourselves a dandy of a night.
How can a two-fisted slobber be upset? Maybe the keg is tapped. Maybe he's tired of drinking. But maybe, just maybe, Aaron just wants to make a silly face.
Regardless of what it looks like, I didn't drink all of these cups. Tiffany accused me of drinking not only everything on the table but also under it. If I drank that much, I would probably die.