Since all my wingmen are treacherous and weighed down by boys, I think tonight I'ma gonna stay home, listen to a fuckload of PJ Harvey, and screw around with some southwestern fusion recipes.
An S.F. club without my posse is pretty much guaranteed to suck.
So instead, while all the chubby gawths are desperately trying to shove their sweat-slick rolls of flesh back into their ill-fitting vinyl outfits, I'll be popping popcorn and watching The Changeling until I get to the part where the dead girl starts making that noise in the frickin' bathtub.
At that point I'll crawl under the covers and freak the fuck out.
I hope this makes those members of the gang who will be being busy getting fucked into incoherence tonight (that is, ALL of you) very, very happy.
Wish you were here...
UPDATE:
Changed my mind; I'm not going to lock myself in the house quite as early as I thought. I have a whole night ahead of me; anyone have any suggestions?
INRI
An S.F. club without my posse is pretty much guaranteed to suck.
So instead, while all the chubby gawths are desperately trying to shove their sweat-slick rolls of flesh back into their ill-fitting vinyl outfits, I'll be popping popcorn and watching The Changeling until I get to the part where the dead girl starts making that noise in the frickin' bathtub.
At that point I'll crawl under the covers and freak the fuck out.
I hope this makes those members of the gang who will be being busy getting fucked into incoherence tonight (that is, ALL of you) very, very happy.
Wish you were here...
UPDATE:
Changed my mind; I'm not going to lock myself in the house quite as early as I thought. I have a whole night ahead of me; anyone have any suggestions?
INRI
I think J and I are going to go tonight after all. So if you don't mind hanging out with one of your wingmen with her best man then you should come out too.
And Southwestern fusion? Isn't southwestern food fusion enough withought adding the fusion to it?