Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 by Father McFeely
Dear Asshole.For the love of god try to behave this weekend coming up. Jesus died, so many years ago this weekend, to save your soul or some shit like that and all you do is travel 6 hrs to drink more then is clinically safe for one person. I figured this trip I'd write my thoughts and feelings to you before you abuse me in ways a priest wouldn't even do to a choir boy... and that can't be good. Sure it's all fun but we know one tequila shot will lead to another then we all know what happens, you wake up in some strange room with people you don't recognize. As you check to make sure you've still got your clothes on when you realize Breatha the town pig has you trapt in her room ... I will be laughing, you did this to both of us. Lets not forget all that liquor you'll be drinking as you watch those girls at the Speak Easy taking off their clothes for you and signing posters for you left, right and center cause your the cute funny one in the group, which only makes you drink more... they do it on purpose you idiot it's a trick!. For once why not be orginal and order a water and be a DD WHY NOT! I guess all I'm saying is be gentle, I'm sensative.
Love your Liver.
Dear Liver
Lets skip the Bretha part the rest sounds like a fucking wild roller coaster ride waiting for us to get on too, lets just hope Mark can handle it and not puke over the side this year. Thanks for all the tips though I'll get you a nice poster from Candy or Hot Sunshine, you can pick when we get there.
Your boy Gener
PS. I'm going to hurt you so good!
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