First the party was on, then the party was off, and then it was on again. You just never know what's going to happen when my brother is involved. It sort of broke my heroin/vicoden filled heart that Amy ditched out on us thus killing the possibility of an annual Halloween at the Bode tradition. So I guess we'll settle for the tradition of beer, boobies, and bitches! holler!On another note, I finally got Fock the Cock back. And, if you're up for it, carry an over-sized rooster around, see how many penis jokes you hear.
No comments:
Post a Comment