fried! chicken! PARTY!
May. 31st, 2004 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
substituteBethya is a superstar and made amazing food, including but not limited to: real fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, biscuits, green beans, other nongreen beans, corn, and about 37 kinds of pie. I indulged myself as much as I can without, you know, dying.
Les gave me some 21 year old single malt Scotch that he inexplicably doesn’t like. I SURE DO!
South Orange County really is Stepford. Creepy.
In the middle of the party I had to log on because sports news wasn’t updating. Boy, that was annoying.
Gals: Kenn is okay with the size thing but he’s nervous about strap-ons. Look I’m just the messenger here, okay?
Les gave me some 21 year old single malt Scotch that he inexplicably doesn’t like. I SURE DO!
South Orange County really is Stepford. Creepy.
In the middle of the party I had to log on because sports news wasn’t updating. Boy, that was annoying.
Gals: Kenn is okay with the size thing but he’s nervous about strap-ons. Look I’m just the messenger here, okay?
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Date: 2004-05-31 10:36 am (UTC)"So, what kind of twised ass-freak are you anyway?"