Saturday, July 07, 2007

On 7th Day, He Rested...Sort of

Oh spacely FSM, we thank you for the infrequent day off. We promise to sleep in until 11:18 am (check), eat a tastey brunch alone with reading material (on my way), take care of business emails and phone calls (grumble grumble, but that's the plan), and practice (wahoo). If all is said and done in a leisurely manner, we promise to partake of the libations in your name. If the libations are truly plentiful, we may call in some favors and have an illegal, undocumented polar bear delivered to another of your supplicants. All hail the FSM!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fucking-a, plug. U done debauching and working yet? when the f r you and the rob and maybe my gay jewish husband coming to visit me?

i need the freaking company.

7/13/2007 11:42:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This weekend isn't going to happen, but we'll get up there shortly. If Vlad is heading up this weekend, have him call me. We'll stock him up with some DVDs (Irresponsible Cpt. Tyler, etc) to tide you over 'till we bring the debauchery to your doorstep.

PS - Stick some fireflies up your nose and see how poetic you wax then.


7/13/2007 11:59:00 AM  

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