On location from the hollow logIt's fewer than 12 hours to the reunion. We have chosen our outfits. We have debated the merits of getting drunk first. We have raided our mothers' medicine chests in anticipation. Gordon and my mother's cat are not getting along. They have crapped in each others' litter pans as if to say That's right, biatch. Bring it. I am weary and I want to go home. Posted by Dana at 09:53 AM
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Tell 'em you're an internet celebrity. That'll teach 'em. Or have 'em porn googling through the night.
Posted by: jonmc at November 29, 2003 11:21 PM...and we know what they'd find, wouldn't we boys?
Posted by: Vidiot at December 1, 2003 03:41 PM