Christmas Parties, Santa Hats, Big Wind

Gents,

It has been awhile. And I'm sorry. I sound like a goddamned PHI-PHI saying this. But I'm typing this drunk. Not nash'faced drunk. But good and tasty "Pavano $40 million" drunk. And, yes, I realize what I am saying with that analogy.

As the wind howls; howls, brother, let me tell you; I'm realizing how soon Pompfest 2.5: BRING YOUR OWN FAG is. Dammit, next weekend is the MINDstress' birthday party with Nash and her abortion twin; the week after that is JesusMas. Soon thereafter is my choice betwixt yearly holiday in Des Moines with family or sleeping in King's garage gung-ho style (aka: balls-out no undies) whilst he gives his woman the pounding UNI bitches wish they could've had. (chris martin included)

What a choice I have. I have indeed.

(listening to The Minus Five's "CROSS EVERY LINE" as I type)

Zach Hammer is a true Gent.

After New Years, it's a "straight" line to the Ozarks for the St. Patricks bar-hop with CoachFond and DavidHamz ('sanford and son' theme playing)

Boys, I know you'll enjoy this nugget: I went to my office JesusMas party tonighte; everyone was supposed to bring "something". I brought 2 $5 jugs of Rossi and 1 2Liter of Sunkist. The 19-year old who was my designated driver started yakking on the carpet within 1 hour. Most partygoers were intriuged. Everyone else I told to go straight to hell. I know everyone from Arn to Nashbrowns to Old Man River will give me propers for this. Any one else can go straight to hell.

Koo-koo-ROO...