Have any of you ever played the game Dragon's Gold? It's a board game where you basically kill dragons, and they have treasure. You and your buddies work together to kill the dragon, and once you do, the treasure is there for the taking. But how do you split it? Once you kill the dragon, you have one minute to argue with eachother over who gets what share. If time runs out, nobody gets any of the treasure. If you're playing it right, every deal ends with "Fine. You know what? Fine. Take your shitty fucking gold, and fuck yourself".
I also got to hang out with John Combs, Phillip, Efron, their friend from 3rd grade, and said friend's rock band. Six guys, two bass guitars. I even got invited to their show tonight, which rules! It's funny though, because for years Efron told me that "My friend from childhood moved away and NOW HE'S TOTALLY A ROCK STAR" and I was always "yeah okay, sure". And now he's here.
Anyways, we all went to Spicy City last night and ordered a shitload of food. They were ridiculously Chinese too, and neither party could understand what the other one was saying. We ended up ordering a shitload of food, and a few of the guys ordered beers, because they're foreign and don't check IDs. At the end of the meal, we realized the bill would be huge. We kept making the "okay. then we run" joke; apparently so often that the owners were getting obviously worried. We were the last people in the restaurant, and sitting in a little alcove. The bigger guys who worked there kept eyeing us, and sat down at a table to block our path, just in case we were going to run. whoops!
I also got to hang out with John Combs, Phillip, Efron, their friend from 3rd grade, and said friend's rock band. Six guys, two bass guitars. I even got invited to their show tonight, which rules! It's funny though, because for years Efron told me that "My friend from childhood moved away and NOW HE'S TOTALLY A ROCK STAR" and I was always "yeah okay, sure". And now he's here.
Anyways, we all went to Spicy City last night and ordered a shitload of food. They were ridiculously Chinese too, and neither party could understand what the other one was saying. We ended up ordering a shitload of food, and a few of the guys ordered beers, because they're foreign and don't check IDs. At the end of the meal, we realized the bill would be huge. We kept making the "okay. then we run" joke; apparently so often that the owners were getting obviously worried. We were the last people in the restaurant, and sitting in a little alcove. The bigger guys who worked there kept eyeing us, and sat down at a table to block our path, just in case we were going to run. whoops!
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