Dear Michigan,
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006Dear Michigan,
It is that time of year again; the time in which I cross some big fuckoff ocean and hang with my redneck brethren, shootin’ things and fashioning right wing points of view out of sheer ignorance and stupidity. I honour of my return to inbred roots, there shall be a party:
Big FuckOff Party II: Electric Bugaloo.
Where: Buffalo Wild Wings, East Lansing.
When: Thursday, April 20, 4 pm. Or whenever you can get there.
BE THERE OR BE…elsewhere.
Watch in wonder as I eat my body weight in chicken wings; like one of those gross food eating contests, only without a kickass trophy, bowls full of sheep knackers, a slot on ESPN 12 or groupie bitches.
Behold! I shall drink beers, generally one at a time, usually with my mouth! When drunk, I might steal other people’s beers, in which case I might drink two, maybe three (MAYBE MORE) beers at a time! I shall also attempt to drink by osmosis, absorbing sweet sweet beers through the spills on my trousers and chest, as well as the beer dribbles on my face.
Random exclamation demanding awe! If you don’t come, I will stalk you and then punch you in the crotch.
Now fuck off,
Munky
UPDATE!!!!!
I feel like fucking shit, having consumed far too many wings and beer.