After a long night of boozing with some ultimate people from chicago, among them Peter Crotty, and listening to some cover band play too many fallout boy covers (thus the text message Joe) I passed out hard. Then at around 6 AM I woke up instantly with one of those light bulb moments. We should open a bar called Wifflers. It would be just like a regular english or irish pub, except in the middle there would be a wiffle ball stadium. We could have leagues every night of the week and serve traditional pub food with cute names like the Home Run Burger, which you could get with "wiffle fries"...
And that's why you keep a notebook and a pen next to your bed
3 comments:
thats a wiffling awesome idea.
whoa...do i smell a source of income for the commune?!
i've been watching a LOT of Gordan Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares (which obviously makes me a bonafide professional) and i think you've got something there kev. Wifflers will be the talk of the town once we gordanize it.
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