If Donkey Kong were to be something, he would be "on" and that is what this is. It is also "on" much like our mistranslated barrel throwing friend.
May 22nd. It's a Saturday. This gives you Sunday to try and get that dead liver yellow look to fade before going to work.
We'll provide a couple of cases of Redbull and more than enough alcohol to throw onto that retarded demolition fire you are about to become. The grill will be going. Ski DVDs will be projected onto the walls. The neighbors will be peering through their blinds with one hand on a shotgun and the other on a phone with 911 on speed dial.
Mark your calendars and be sure to wear your rubber underpants. All maggots are welcome.
There will also be a tame aspect of the party for those that prefer to be a little less retarded white trash. The upstairs is done being remodeled and that portion of the house will be for the mellower set. If you mess with the remodeled portion of the house you will be tied to a beam in the dungeon and I'll be forced to break out the nail gun.
Also, with it being a Saturday hopefully we can ski somewhere that morning. Maybe a road gap if the resorts are closed?
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