I found this wrinkled, ripped up envelope, with what appears to be a shopping list for a party, in my front yard. How it got there and who these people are, I have no idea.
But clearly my name is not on the list—which is probably for the best because there appear to be more girls than boys as it is. It’s never fun to be the one of the sad, lonely few NOT making out with a boy *sigh*
ICE…BURR! (Yes, Virginia, ice really IS cold)
Well, I hope nobody got alcohol poisoning via the beer bong… (See also: Things only a mom would say)
A beer bong- damn it could be 20 years since I last saw one of those.
Weren’t they called funnels back in the day? I never did it ’cause it always looked like recipe for instant vomiting!
I just get beer bottles/cans in my bushes. No notes…
Booo! Everyone should find weird shopping lists in their yard.
Awhile back I found all these photos in the street of a bunch of guys but one guy’s face was scratched out of every picture. Would love to know the back story on that one…
If it makes you feel better, they only invited James2 because he makes the best beer bongs. His dad works at the clear rubber hose factory.
James1 probably has the killer chronic.
reminds me of the time I went out to my car one morning to find that someone had stolen my radio….. on the ground next to my car was a map to a party in the neighborhood….. :-) of course, nothing happened, the cops went over to the house, and the kids who lived there denied drawing the map, claimed that they only drew their maps in pen and the one that I found was in pencil…. a likely story but nothing the police could do…..
Reminds of those idiot kids who take videos of themselves vandalizing stuff and always end up getting caught. UM HELLO?????
I always have to remind myself to wear clothes to my parties and god knows, if it’s not on the list, it doesn’t get done.
Good call.
HAHAHAHA I know, right?!
Ha!!! I’ll be chuckling all day at this…. :-)