I was doing fine. I really was. Even though the place was completely infested by weirdoes. My sister Dina was there at first, and she and I talked for a while. After Dina left, I was able to escape the weirdoes in the living room and join the PBDs at the island. I had three yummy Rogue Chocolate Stouts (2336).
I was doing just fine, for several hours, until this one PBD decided to utter the magic words that never fail to piss me off.
It gets blurry after that.
You still posed the question of the night. 'What the fuck is that?!'
posted by: MYD | December 21, 2007 11:53 AM