There's nothing I would rather do than hang with the Posse, carrying a case of beer on the street that I'm drinking from and enjoying the warm desert sun. But financial and familial obligations prevent me from doing this. However, I do encourage all the other 'members' to converge on Sin City and set off a smoke alarm for me.
Ken's going or I'm calling his house every day and leaving a message on his answering machine..."Ken, this is Tanner, I just took a major bong hit... I hate you bye". CITIZEN!
...Vegas Part II: 460 Weeks Later.
ReplyDelete...or Vegas Part II: 3220 Days Later, depending on your preference.
(assuming Vegas I happened in early March '99)
There's nothing I would rather do than hang with the Posse, carrying a case of beer on the street that I'm drinking from and enjoying the warm desert sun. But financial and familial obligations prevent me from doing this. However, I do encourage all the other 'members' to converge on Sin City and set off a smoke alarm for me.
ReplyDeleteGive me more details as it comes closer and I'll see what I can do about this momentous occasion. Over.
ReplyDeleteYou will come to Vegas... you will walk the strip... you will be handed a flier by Gilligan.
ReplyDeleteLARGE SAUSAGE DELIVERY
ReplyDeleteKen's going or I'm calling his house every day and leaving a message on his answering machine..."Ken, this is Tanner, I just took a major bong hit... I hate you bye". CITIZEN!
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