welcome to drink & walk

Did anyone leave behind a Can of Whoopass at last week's gathering? We waited a long time -- at least 5 minutes -- before opening it up. It was like 8th grade again, you know, passing that Can of Whoopass back and forth out behind the jr. high school, right before the bell for homeroom. The sensation at first was not unlike a real ass-whooping; in fact, I relived a few ass-whoopings of my own, but then began to fore-see the ass-whoopings of others. I heard someone shouting "Nein! Nein! Nein!" again and again as Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby blindly fumbled for the soap on the floor of the prison shower. That Can of Whoopass did not wear off so quickly. We were still under the influence late Saturday night as we prevailed in the Ohio vs. Ireland Northern Virginia Foosball Championship. All I remember after that were copious amounts of chocolate cake, skrimps and coctail sauce, (yes, skrimps), and some serious mashed potatoes, with cheese. Thank you to our hosts.

Not enough Whoopass in your life? Then us for another round of Drink & Walk, the happy hours that Whoops Ass. We will meet you, greet you, and toast all your best qualities. In return, we would ask that you set down and stay a while, and open up your own Can of Whoopass. Don't forget to shake it, though. It ain't no fun to get all the Whoop. And though it's a helluva time if you get all the Ass, we don't want anybody's ghost leaving its body, on our watch.