(The Castle, The Colonel, The Captain, The Commando)
sometimes you throw a party and take what could be considered the best picture of your 26 year existence on this planet. this was not the case here, but I'll be damned if we weren't on the right track.first off, props to NYCB for writing some of the truest shit this side of the Hudson River.
second off, yeah, we had a party over the weekend. sorry if you didn't get invited, but its the start of something beautiful and we wanted to try out our skils (scott skiles?) on our closest friends first before we just opened up the whole kitten kaboodle to our blogosphere friends. (its not that we weren't thinking of all you beautiful people who come here and read this from time to time, its just that we still suck at coordiantion and communication and that kind of stuff)
not blow myself here (still saving for the operation to have that last rib removed), but we threw a pretty good party this weekend. considering that we're amatures at doing so, i was moderately impressed. never have there been so many people smushed in an LES tenement building. and you can imagine that the smell of trans-fatty acids from a bucket of fried chicken and a crave case probably contributed to the overall, frenzied level that people reached.
surprisingly, no one threw up. but no one hooked up either, so, okay, i know what you're going to say already senor sexy - it wasn't fucking sexy. whatever. s'all good. i figure in like a month's time when we throw our christmas party, it will be an all-out orgy and we'll have to stock a case of magnum condoms instead of burgers. (speaking of which, free condoms for all you big-footed dudes out there. i ain't lookin, i'm just sayin: come to my friend's party and re-up on your supply:
anyways, that whole party thing was well and good and my friends got to meet other friends of mine and it was a nice little collision of friendly worlds short of sitting around a campfire singing koom-by-ya-my-lord. and next time, we'll invite ya'll along, it's just that maybe it won't be in my apartment but at some place a little more conducive to movin and groovin...like my pants for instance. OH SCHAP, schnigggidy SCHNAP, no you di'int...what what, whuh, yeah, tikka tikka WHOHOOOO oohh oohh chheeppyyy meow meow
3 comments:
Dude, are those sailboats on your babyblue sweater? Whoa.
And yes, that crave case made your apartment smell like a combination of stale urine, burnt hair, sweaty asshole and old cheese.
yes, those were sailboats. and i don't think it was the crave case that led to that smell.....(head hung) I'm sorry
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