July 2, 2010

  • Party at My House

    So I'm thinking that in remembrance of telling the British to go fuck themselves, I should have a party.

    The Amish are parked outside my house and ready for some fun.  They are so ready they even brought a shovel to pick up after themselves.

    I have a lone pepper in my garden with which we could make a serving of salsa.

    The golden raspberries and blueberries are coming in and will offer us a sweet treat.

    IF the party gets too wild, don't worry.  My cats see nothing and won't tell.

    But whatever you do, do not touch her Dexter dvds.

    Maybe we can go to a waterpark and play some connect four and Jenga.

    All the food I serve are works of art.

    I have to say this is not a costume party but if you do decide to dress as Optimus Prime, make sure you check your dipstick.

    We'll carefully take some photos.

    Even the dogs get in on this party...what up, dawg!

    We'll kill some beers, but not like that.

    Maybe we could go to this house to do some partying.  I am sure that their NASCAR bashes are epic.

    A few of these are photos I actually took.

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