The party's already falling apart but we play along it's rolling along

This holiday weekend had some real highlights. If you think we're going to tell you about the really special ones, you can put a butter knife into an electrical socket instead and imagine our joy. Okay?

We still haven't received the new cell phone yet. Yes, we ordered a fancy silver Razr from the folks at T-Mobile and did the whole upgrade thingy. We are so not technology whores 3000 and if you truly know us you can easily verify this fact since we do not own our own TV, the computer is broken and we are the only person in Amerikkka without an i-Pod. We figured that we owed ourselves a treat since the Samsung E-105 was dying about every two days and we were interested in a phone cam so we could take pictures of all the gross people we see making out on the blue line. Sorry, but even if you look like Maggie Gyllenhaal in nothing but a thong and Fredrick's of Hollywood stilettos, when you have your tounge lathering someone else's tonsils on Public Trans you are super on the gross and we are not interested in having your bullshit flavor thrown at us (thanks Miles). Go in a photo booth or something. Have some A-S-S class, cheesecrotches.

Ok, we are now on the job and hating life. Zinch.



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