Monday, September 11, 2006

Death is at my door

Now, I am not afraid of Death. However, I am very annoyed when the fucker keeps banging at my door all weekend and ruins my party plans. Death can be a good wing man, a fun party guest as Ms. Bee's Knees can tell you I'm sure. Hell, we've partied at a bar in Ft. Walton Beach together before. Well, some how we got into a tiff, and you how how bitchy eternal entities can be and Death bascially had me trapped in my room all weekend with a fever. So, if I missed your call this weekend, or missed plans with you this weekend, I'm sorry, but honestly, it really wasn't my fault.

Dude, you are sooo off my Christmas Card list.


Blogger Jeff said...

R U better now?

1:58 PM  
Blogger Jeff said...

R U better now?

1:59 PM  
Blogger geolab1701 said...

Death is a real little cocksucker! I flirted with this bitch before and came out ahead. I am glad you are feeling better babe!

2:38 PM  
Blogger David said...

You've seen the episodes of Family Guy when Death guest stars, right?

5:09 PM  
Blogger Kalvin said...

Aw, this looks so sad. I'm sure he's going to shed a tear or two about missing your christmas card.

5:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

my GAWD you look just awful!!! that hooded cape makes you look fat.

and you know that if you and i had actually met up this weekend, we would have gotten all crunked up and started wrecking shit, yo!!!

oh who am i kidding... we're both just lazy whores. we would have just eaten cheetoes on the couch and crank called hot guys. whatevs...

8:29 PM  
Blogger matty said...

I don't like it when Death shows up at my door.

Wait. I don't have my own door.


11:44 PM  

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