Tuesday, November 21, 2000

i think i've done this before

an email i sent to my friends:

just seeing what you all are up to for thanksgiving. my mom said i could prolly invite a few friends over for dinner, perhaps joe or phil might be interested in this? are any of you coming up?

after we do our family things, and after fritch gets back from his grandparents, we should all party at the black hole. we should smoke a lot of "stotches" and get wasted on beer with spanky. nodnarb will supply the whiskey. every few minutes, creeper will stick his head out of the bedroom door and call in the next person to do a line.

we can drop by the forest club, and hang out with all the college swords in town for the holidays. tank-ass will sing in drill sargeant voice, i will spit that ill game to ill sword chicks, and "mr. prison ink" can almost get into fights with washed up jocks. then we can pass out at the black hole and sleep in blue cigarrette smoke all night long. when we wake up in the morning, our lungs will be splitting, our gullets tripping, and our heads aching. then we will walk all the way across town, a walk of shame if you will, to our cars. let's make this a thanksgiving to remember.