Today, my Mike Lee found out about this blog. He laughed. He knew we only made it cause we're his buddies.

Women

Today, I asked my Mike Lee, "How are the ladies treating you?"

Mike Lee, "Nope"

Today, my Mike Lee and I were walking down the Las Vegas strip. My Mike Lee had an 18 pack of beer which we had already drank most of. Nonetheless my Mike Lee counted the beers and proclaimed happily "We have three beers!". He then proceeded to walk for about 10 minutes grinning about his stock of beers. After a while though, the initial glee began to wear off and he started to return back to a more normal Vegas mood. I decided that it would be a good time to let him in on a secret that the rest of us had been keeping. I said "Hey Mike Lee, how many beers do we have?" My Mike Lee peered into his case of beer for about 30 seconds then looked up at me with the look of a child that's just seen a great magic trick. With a growing grin he yelled "We have SIX beers!", and with that my Mike Lee jaunted forth in unreasonably good spirits.

SUPPLIES!

"Etiquette"

Mike: i don't understain edicit on wearing a beanie to work

i feel like my hair will be messed

but if its cold...

shouldn't it be accepted..

me: edicit?

Mike: etiquette

me: WOW

...Spelling Campion Del Mundo

Yesterday, My Mike Lee and I were playing golf. On about the 14th hole, after a few beers and a few double pars, My Mike Lee was getting very frustrated. While hitting out of the rough he kindly warned me to watch out because I was within the arc of possible directions his ball might go. I hurriedly backed off to a safe location while watching him take practice swings. After finally lining up to hit the ball, he swung back, swung forward, and smacked the ball straight into his own golf cart. The ball bounced off the cart directly back at him and landed within 12 inches of where he had originally hit it from. In a fit of rage My Mike Lee picked up his ball and attempted throw it onto the green. The unlucky combination of a misjudged throw, his sweaty hands, and his blind rage proved too much though. The ball slipped and he flung it directly into the water hazard. He shuffled towards his dented cart cursing loudly.

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Yesterday, my Mike Lee snuck into my apartment (which is 100 miles from his home) without me knowing, switched my old shower head for a newer massaging one, touched nothing else, then snuck out as quietely as he came. The awkward home-improvement ninja strikes again.

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Today, my friends and I were drinking tasty beverages while playing poker. My Mike Lee was playing (and losing horribly) while his girlfriend at-the-time watched alongside. Everyone was having a good time and during a momentary pause during the game, Mike Lee's girlfriend speaks for the first time:

"So.... do you guys all watch anime too?"

After a second of shocked silence, everyone bursts out in hysterical laughter as my Mike Lee stares at the ground.

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