Excerpt from an invitation to a New Year's Eve party:
Come to my place on New Years Eve.
Of course you should bring your own fucking booze. What, do I look like your own personal brew pub? Piss off!
Maybe bring food too. As IF I have food. (oh, I might have some....you're certainly a demanding lot, eh?)
But come over. And let me know if you're coming. If there's a hoard I'll need to borrow chairs. And maybe a new apartment.
Most of you have probably met each other through me at one time or another, so don't be all chicken shit like "Awwwwwww....I won't KNOW anyone......"
Right. Stop whining. Let's get pissed!!!!