winter extravaganza part 3: MIP2K7 in pictures
All the way live from the 215.
The constitution is not a living document.
Ian won MIP2K7. A kitten and a Roth IRA? Seriously? What a fucking travesty.
"Have we not grovel'd here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?"
All the way live from the 215.
The constitution is not a living document.
Ian won MIP2K7. A kitten and a Roth IRA? Seriously? What a fucking travesty.
Posted by Matthew D Dunn at 1:48 AM 3 comments
My father's domain is aeroplanes.
My brother's domain is a wave.
Duane Reade's an Oaxacan boy who is at ease in tumbling subway cars.
Posted by Matthew D Dunn at 12:37 AM 0 comments
Much like Bella the bug eyed Boston terrier, Ben loves Leigh.
MB Pell using secret signals of the double-d club behind Dan Dunn's back.
Posted by Matthew D Dunn at 6:00 PM 0 comments
Why not drive three hours out of my way to catch a fat brown trout on this winter day? I gerrymandered (MB Pell) my way from Pittsburgh to the Barree Gorge and hiked through the thin snow and caught this nice trout on a #24 midge emerger I tied for Brookville. It was cold so I only fished for an hour and a half. Then I went to Boxer's Cafe and had a cajun burger and a pint of Brooklyn's latest brewer's reserve, a very nice "golden ale." I also purchased a bottle of Penn's Penndemonium to take away, a strong Maifest style lager that was released, yes, last May. This 8% brute has hopefully aged gracefully.
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Posted by Matthew D Dunn at 9:58 PM 2 comments
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