Yeah. You know you want it. You know you feel the hunger. So what are you assholes waiting for? RSVP via email, IM, phone messaging, semaphore code, carrier pigeon or just comment on this post.
Oh, what are we celebrating? What about two years of home ownership? What about three years of Webslum? What about two and a half years of marriage? What about four and a half billion years of geology? Forty years of the Beetles? Thirty years of Dungeons and Dragons? Twenty years of the Macintosh? Ten years since Nine Inch Nails' Downward Spiral tour? What about Jane the Dog? What about Betty the Beetle? What about the impending death of my hard drive? What about my 26th birthday, which is coincidentally celebrated on May 22nd as well? I've lived as many years as there are red cards in a poker deck (black ones, too). Does that get your bull running, Holmes?
Well, if not, let's drink one down for John Fucking Kerry, who's got his work cut out for him, and who consequently is calling for democrats across the country to hold fundraiser house parties in his honor. Now, I'm not going to do that. I think it's kind of lame to force your politics on others in a country where people are allowed to believe whatever damn lie they want. But this will be a sympathy party. We'll spread around them liberal politics in honor of the esteemed senator of the fine state of Tax-achusetts. And we'll pour one out for our fine dead homey, the Mad Doctor Dean.
I'll have fresh beer. A brown ale using locally grown hops and honey, with water from the Rensselaer spring. And I'll have two grills going, spinning all manners of seasoned, sweetened, blackened treats of the earth and below. It is going to KICK your ASS.
Posted by das at May 6, 2004 12:00 AM | TrackBack