Modern Vespa

Were you one of the bajillions who attended the last Quitters SC meeting? Was it not the most fun meeting you've quite possibly ever experienced?

Were you not dazzled by the bright and shiny personalities of all of our friends, ranging from such far away lands as California, that London Place, and The East Coast?

Did you not fawn over our beautiful, sexy attendees such as HoneyBadger and Maroy? Did you not enjoy holding hands with Patrick?

Spend a couple of hours with the Quitters SC, and consider the previous meeting, and delight in recounting the stories of the time you talked around a table with food and drink and talked about stories. Partake in the revelry of knowing that you too can discuss the discussion you had the last time, just most likely with a few less people since, like, some of those people are in like, different locations and shit. Like The East Coast, and shit.

The Quitters SC meets at the Connecticut Yankee on 17th & Connecticut, at 7:30PM every other Wednesday (including this one coming up). We meet for food, merriment, enjoyment, and occasional sportsball observation and tabulation (as we are conveniently located in a sportsball pub).

Come one, come all, discuss how cool it was to discuss the things you discussed last time, or if you were not there last time, marvel at the stories about the stories that were told the time before! Leave no topic unrehashed!

Your secret admirer,
-Quitter Oz

Maybe one day mate......

How about tomorrow? You can talk about all the stuff we talked about last time when you weren't here!

Okay. If Pepy goes I am booking a ticket directly to SFO. This will be a party of epic proportions.

He's got very littel time to book.
as do you

oh, I must remember to bring Patrick the jacket....

If she's going i better not.....

That's it. No Christmas present for you...

Wait, the British celebrate Xmas?

With paper crown hats... and poppers with toys in them....

Sounds frightening!

That's hilarious. I guess you must have been RayCharles'd by your warm up libations.

Maroy. HE's the beautiful sexy one. I'm just me.

Oh, and don't your dare forget the Tidwillow.... He brought the BirthControl Mints...

Damn! I thought they were erectile dysfunction mints.




I'll be three or four pints into home-brew by the time I'd need to set off for the city - so I'll be a no-show. After all, it's hard work lazing about on a hot sunny day.

And the obligatory family row.....grrrrrrrrr

Shop has been set up inside on account if the hockey and the excessive heat that I am not accustomed to despite being brown

Kiss my grits.

Brown don't frown


Or something.