Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Friday Night Lights (OUT)

This past Friday the ad sales team went out to the local pub to say goodbye to our good friend Will Evans over some cold drinks and hijinx. When we all head out on Fridays, or any other night for that matter, we rarely back track. On this particular night, aside from being Friday the 13th and another day Thobey made a false promise, things went pretty much as usual. John Martin's shirt was off and Intern Bill and Melissa were dazzled by Thobey's open tab and ankled pants. Beckles and Gavin did their routine countlessly and the rest of us argued and flirted and stumbled eventually home. But perhaps the jinx of wearing a pink sweatshirt on such a historically unlucky day or the pressing nerves of the impending Patriots battle with Denver caused Duffy's jaunt home to detour. And not to another bar or his lady friend's pad, as one would expect, but back to the office-- his reasoning lost to us in spent brain cells and urine. Luckily, our crack editorial staffer captured this image late that very evening, or about 11pm. The photo depicts Ryan Duffy one of VBS/MTV's shining-stars drooling and/or dreaming about something obviously untoward while drunkenly snuggling with himself on our high-brow Italian leather couches. Like drinking? Like blackouts?

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11 comments:

Anonymous said...

hahahahahahaha

Anonymous said...

The best part is that no one believed he actually did this. We thought "going back to the office" was codeword for some shirtless and illegal hijinx.

grandmaster flash said...

"high-brow" and "Italian" can never be used in the same sentence. They are mutually exclusive. In that office there are very few Italian things, and none of them can be considered "high brow".

like walking?

chin said...

next week is your last son. i aint got no wife...

Anonymous said...

Man, thats depressing, i expect a little more from him.

Anonymous said...

I believe you have all forgotten the night he slept under Jamie's desk on the hard concrete with only his hooded sweatshirt as pillow. He politely scribbled a note of apology that was completely illegible. I had the honor of waking him up. Sometimes all the dazzle in the world can't get you home.

Anonymous said...

Was this not the night that Duffy and Ciel made out?

Anonymous said...

This is a blast from the past. Wowzers.

Chaz Margolias said...

Dude! What a fucking wormhole! I thought to leave a trail of powder so I could sniff my way back out but somebody bumped it off.

Farkas said...

Like memories?

RC Cola said...

PersonalityId=14571 is pretty hot even passed out.

 

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