A party broke out at my household and I am treading the thin line between really clever and arrested:
That should keep you busy until I make bail. BTW, in a moment of random candor, I’ll confess that for about a year and a half my will, should I tragically pass the surly bonds of earth to touch the grace of the flying spaghetti monster, required that my entire family listen to Mickey Avalon’s “My Dick.” I’ve since
sobered up slightly changed it, but the idea was funny at the time. Yeah. I made that fucking decision sober.