Outing: Are you nervous people know who you are?

Keep being short!

 

I'm Fenian Bastard's nephew who was kicked out of Holy Cross for liberation theologist rabble-rousing, then got kicked out of Boston College because of some photos of me and the BC president's daughter on the roof of the BC library. In the photo, I'm going down on her...she's totally nude and smoking hash out of a bong shaped like Doug Flutie, with the bowl protruding from his groin area.

 

Dad?

 

Son, it's getting late. You should go to bed soon, lad. We've got mass in the morning, and there'll be lots of Jameson and NHL playoffs after that.

 

NHL playoffs? Definitely not Dad.

 

That's a fine Irish whiskey.

 

Sorry, SCE. I've many offspring and I get them confused at times. This cheap yank beer doesn't help...and actually, there'll be no NHL playoffs in any case, since they're on an obscure cable network that no one gets around here. So it'll be Jameson alone...and yes, Good Doctor, tis a noble distillation.

 

Y'know, Rok, I gave this some deep thought. Mulled it over with my advisers. And it was agreed that I should add just one point to this.

"And that's all that I yam."

 

Whatever you're paying the advisors?

Double it.

 

I know. They sold me on the anvil tat, too.

 

This guy involved?

 

Ah, Bluto's just a friggin' troll.