Gone...
We're off to go stay here.
They have this ride, and there is no motherfucking way I'm gonna go on it.
The reason for the season - here is Thursday night's entertainment:
Then we have Friday night's entertainment:
...and do NOT forget Saturday Night with Mr. Las Vegas!
WAYNE NEWTON!!!
Come home Sunday and curl up with The Old Lady while laughing about our adventures.
You can party here while we're gone, just make an effort to clean up after - we're leaving it spotless so show some love.
See you kids real soon.
posted by pop renaissance @ 9:04 PM
17 comments
17 Comments:
You are going to have so much fun! What an incredible show.
I will be at work. Have fun
Man...he won't even get to go vote for my headers over at 3Bulls...damn. I need this.
Stop crying Chuckles and get the door because we got a P-A-R-T-Y going on in here!
Disco fever. Someone steal his Morissey stash and I'll give the kitties away to Jonah.
I SO want to go on that roller coaster.
maybe not the hanging off the edge of the building ride,but definitely theroller coaster on top.
did you remember to pack the ether?
I have no idea what that ride is, but I can tell you I would rather go hunting with a blindfolded Dick Cheney that ride that fucking thing.
Goin out for some blow and that chick who was partying with Cheney on the hunting trip. Be back in a mo'.
Blow and chicks? Now that a Pop Star style party! Get some of that Rock Star in a can while you're out, love.
What are you talking about you crazy Pop? Who wouldn't want to ride wild on top of the bulbous head of an enormous, hard shaft?
You know he does that already. Afterall, he's from SF.
I am back with the stuff. All I could find was some crushed up tylenol mixed with Tide and some middle-aged, overworked hookers. This seventh grader swore to me that the tylenol/tide mixture would 'blow yer m1nd' and the hookers agreed to unlimited dvda for $30 an hour, guys.
Guys? Helloooooo?
Sounds like you raided Wayne's dressing room.
7th graders. No, no, no! This is a MF San Fran site. Dood, there is like crazzzy shit on every corner of SF. If some young girl does not potentially become a mother at this party, then we didn't party like rock stars.
The fact that I made out with Kaye G. was awesome. She is such a bitch though. She wouldn't slip me the tongue proclaiming that she was saving it for marriage.
fun!
At least you got a taste of her sweaty grogans, AG.
They were sweaty and they were not much to write home about. Who did I see Pup H. making out with at the party. He seemed to really like whoever it was.
WTF? Isn't Pop Star home yet?
PR, where are you?
We miss you.
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