It was a long weekend and only parts of it are coming back to me every now and then. But I have to say that one of my favorite people was the random dude on Saturday night who was walking in my general direction and managed to trip, slam his face into a table, knock over two drinks, and land in two other people's laps. After being helped back up, this superstar just started dancing again like he didn't even know something had happened. Because he probably didn't.
Keep in mind this is only funny because mine wasn't one of the drinks that got knocked over, and I wasn't that guy (for once).
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From lindsayism.com:
Q) What do you call a black guy who flies a plane?
A) A pilot, you racist bastard!
Loves it.
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