Please migrate this ti whatever is open bar

[Nephew Twiddleton]

One month later i celebrate my birthday with anarchangel. I am happy but pats father has weeks to live. Fuck cancer.

[Juana]

D: Fuck, dude.

[The Wizard Joseph]

Wow, I am very sorry to hear about the cancer, but happy upcoming Birthday.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Yeah, it sucks.

I like Pat's dad. I don't like that he's dying. Not only is he very supportive, but he's a really awesome guy.

This also makes me wonder about the future, but we'll cross that bridge when we have to.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Wow, I am very sorry to hear about the cancer, but happy upcoming Birthday.

Also, my birthday was on August 6, which is why I was Nephew Hiroshima for a while.

Twid,
31 years and now, due to hour, 32 days old.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Not that it matters, but, Pat's a fellow Galwegian American.

Both of Pat's parents are from Moycullen, which is not far from Galway City. My dad is from County Galway. This means that I can understand what he's saying when he speaks. Not Connemara per se. But same region otherwise.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Also, drunk but the fortnight is up.

Twid
Big thing of Warsteiner

[Nephew Twiddleton]

It's kinda messed up but that's what you get with a close knit scene.

Like, Pat's (other guitarist) wife is also Anne Marie's (keyboardist) best friend, and Anne Marie's Villager's (bassist) roommate, so of course, I know through the grapevine even though I probably would have known how bad it was based on the fact that Pat and his brother (not a band member) were talking about hospitals and shit while we were waiting for the rest of the band.

ETA: I don't know what I'm supposed to know

[Richter]

Shit.  Sorry to hear. 

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Shit.  Sorry to hear. 

On the bright side with something like this, you can kinda prepare yourself for it. I think that part of the reason why we celebrated my birthday last night is that Pat needed the distraction.

[EK WAFFLR]

Sorry to hear that, Twid.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I'm more sorry to hear it for Pat. It'll be sad for all of us, but worse for Pat. He's a big old softy too, so he's going to be pretty fucking sad for a while if I'm any comparison.

That and I'm regretting eating that thing of nuclear chicken tenders. I'm pretty sure there's more on the way out, which is not something I'm looking forward to.

[Richter]

I'm more sorry to hear it for Pat. It'll be sad for all of us, but worse for Pat. He's a big old softy too, so he's going to be pretty fucking sad for a while if I'm any comparison.

That and I'm regretting eating that thing of nuclear chicken tenders. I'm pretty sure there's more on the way out, which is not something I'm looking forward to.

I can give some guidance here, unsurprisingly.

Do you ever trust a fart?  For the next 24 hours  DON'T. 
Be ready, especially after walks of more than 1 k, for ejection.  The movement is like a signal to load than cannons or some shit.
The sensation of spice-packed fecal matter roiling in your colon pre-dump is an odd one.  People have accused men of thinking with their genitals, and they have discredited the disquiet of the ass in the process.  It may come across as many odd sensations, from doom to uncertainty or angst.  Make sure to drop the kids of before trying to negotiate for a car, BDSM, a job interview, or anything. 
It WILL burn.  NO matter how much you wipe.  This will go away with time, and scrubbing with TP until you see blood will only make it worse.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I'm more sorry to hear it for Pat. It'll be sad for all of us, but worse for Pat. He's a big old softy too, so he's going to be pretty fucking sad for a while if I'm any comparison.

That and I'm regretting eating that thing of nuclear chicken tenders. I'm pretty sure there's more on the way out, which is not something I'm looking forward to.

I can give some guidance here, unsurprisingly.

Do you ever trust a fart?  For the next 24 hours  DON'T. 
Be ready, especially after walks of more than 1 k, for ejection.  The movement is like a signal to load than cannons or some shit.
The sensation of spice-packed fecal matter roiling in your colon pre-dump is an odd one.  People have accused men of thinking with their genitals, and they have discredited the disquiet of the ass in the process.  It may come across as many odd sensations, from doom to uncertainty or angst.  Make sure to drop the kids of before trying to negotiate for a car, BDSM, a job interview, or anything. 
It WILL burn.  NO matter how much you wipe.  This will go away with time, and scrubbing with TP until you see blood will only make it worse.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Now that I'm sober, I can also say that the mug of Warsteiner was a liter. A liter of German beer with some of the spiciest chicken I've had in a while.