We have a new Old Man on Whazzmaster.com. He gets to bed early these days, and generally enjoys playing both with his Scrabble Board and with his dogg. He’s got a great gal who enjoys tambourines and fashions herself a fantastic garage porno motorcycle star.
Happy 28th Birthday Wirkuswhazz. Here’s to the guy I used to get confused with Phil Dashlet at the HoJo.
The first bar I ever drank in was the Red Shed, where Wirkus took me to take advantage of the fact that Marksie worked there as a bartender and would wave us past the bouncer. I only had 4 drinks, which I remember to this day: a large Long Island Iced Tea, a shot of tequila, a big cup of Scotch on the rocks, and a second Long Island Iced Tea. Wirkus dragged me to the HOJO, put me in a cab, and waved me home.
One thing that shocked yet warmed my heart was when the inestimable Brian Kalish and I went to visit ol’ WWhazz when he lived down in the durty south. My computer science-knowin’, amenities-havin’, furniture-lovin’ self was unprepared to stay in a 1 bedroom apartment with less furniture than I have in 1 SQUARE INCH of my home. However, after a few days I came to really appreciate the simple life he lived in an empty apartment surrounded by small lizards.
So what I want out of this thread is for all the people who’ve met WWhazz to tell a funny or embarassing story about him so that he gets good and mad and enver comes back… I went to far on that one. But anyways, c’mon and post your stories everyone!
And take this to heart, Wirkuswhazz, you’re finally as old as Springer.
–whazz on and happy whazzday