yes, patrick. in case you didn't know already, you have a date to the reunion ... ME!!! johnny g informed me that my trip home in august coincides with the party of the decade, and his wifey, miss laura, is on the planning committee. get ready to see troy crippes and ann vu. we're goin' ...
This is a load of horseballs. I have not and will not be purchasing a ticket to said party. Unless your intention is on crashing this shindig in white robes with tackle dangling free...well, that might be a start.
I crashed mine. It didn't make it any cooler or less lame, but I was there and it was free. I so much preferred the scenario of going with Joel in tow and pretending to everyone that we had been married for 10 years and had three kids. That shit would have been funny.
I still think sending Nate to go as me is the best idea. Failing that, if anyone has an extremely portly friend with a swastika shaved into his head, that would be an acceptable second option.
are you telling me I didn't get the e-vite? Are you also telling me that I didn't get the e-vite, but you DID get the e-vite? Are you also telling me that it's maybe twenty bucks? Are you also telling me that I will have to pay to get drunk with Ann Vu (unless she buys my drinks for me, which I am guessing she can afford better than me), that is, if she even got the e-vite? Are you also telling me that you will be there with me because you love me that much and actually maybe let's not go, fuck this fucking reunion bullshit, I wasn't even invited. I'm gonna go Columbine on this fucking party!
And why would you want to leave? One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time. But why stay? One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here: This weblog is a tool of the future. It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth, music, senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist. Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time. Most people just aren't ready for the future.
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yes, patrick. in case you didn't know already, you have a date to the reunion ... ME!!! johnny g informed me that my trip home in august coincides with the party of the decade, and his wifey, miss laura, is on the planning committee. get ready to see troy crippes and ann vu. we're goin' ...
ReplyDeleteThis is a load of horseballs. I have not and will not be purchasing a ticket to said party. Unless your intention is on crashing this shindig in white robes with tackle dangling free...well, that might be a start.
ReplyDeleteI crashed mine. It didn't make it any cooler or less lame, but I was there and it was free. I so much preferred the scenario of going with Joel in tow and pretending to everyone that we had been married for 10 years and had three kids. That shit would have been funny.
ReplyDeleteI still think sending Nate to go as me is the best idea. Failing that, if anyone has an extremely portly friend with a swastika shaved into his head, that would be an acceptable second option.
ReplyDeleteyou have to pay? how much?
ReplyDeleteI don't recall. Twenty bucks maybe? I had an e-mail invite at some point. Drinks ain't free, neither.
ReplyDeleteare you telling me I didn't get the e-vite? Are you also telling me that I didn't get the e-vite, but you DID get the e-vite? Are you also telling me that it's maybe twenty bucks? Are you also telling me that I will have to pay to get drunk with Ann Vu (unless she buys my drinks for me, which I am guessing she can afford better than me), that is, if she even got the e-vite? Are you also telling me that you will be there with me because you love me that much and actually maybe let's not go, fuck this fucking reunion bullshit, I wasn't even invited. I'm gonna go Columbine on this fucking party!
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