Birthday Spectacular!
By near-unanimous opinion, there shall be an event on Saturday, January 27th in Ann Arbor and/or surrounds, in which we shall celebrate the event that has caused my mother perpetual consternation (and heartburn) ever since — that being my birth.
Yes, that was a single sentence.
It shall be celebrated with camraderie and, probably, cake. Cartman says I need punch and pie, but we’ll see. Will we dress up nice or in costume? Will we make naughty jello forms and fill them with deliciously devilish goo? Will we sing together, mostly out of tune but with riotous spirit? Will we shake our money-makers? Will we play darts, cranium, apples to apples, and other games of niftiness?
That’s up to you! The squeaky wheel gets the crisco. Err, I mean grease.
(I would have suggested hot-tubbing, but I doubt the hot-tub rental place has one with room for 30 or more, :D)
PS, when I get home, I do hope to make an icon of the Skenne-pimp photo trasenstine took. :)
Fourty pounds of Crisco per night. Half-pound per ass.
I think I end up celebrating you at any party you show up to – that’s why you get such a loud shout!
You should give me a shout, even when I’m not at the party, just to stay in practice. :D