Ok. That's all a big fat stinkin' lie. It was threatening rain and there were only two of us who showed up to skate. After about 15 minutes rolling around in a barely-noticable bit of sprinkling we decided to call it a night, and we went to a rollicking strip club with liquor, hookers, and Charlie Sheen, who'm we eventually had to knife fight over a key bump of pink Peruvian flake.
Alright, that's not true either. We had tea and went home. But I kicked Charlie's butt before and I'll do it again.