nali

It's Our Party So I'll Leave If I Want To

My other half (I loathe the word "boyfriend") is throwing some kind of Kegger, BBQ, Belated Bday bash in conjunction with our drunkass, short term memory loss landlord*.
*The same landlord who removed the racks from his only fridge so he could fit kegs in there and installed a tap in the front of the door. Yes, it is as great as it sounds.



I believe the official invite mentions something about a neverending mountain of BBQ and beer flowing forth forever. Too bad the landlord forgot about being excited for this, kegs cost like $250+ and no one has purchased any meat for the BBQ. The landlord has also befriended an ex-con, crackhead we know who can probably drink a keg to himself in a night while continuously bench-pressing it and not getting shanked. My other half invited ALMOST EVERYONE or at least every hoodrat he can think of. All we're missing is his embarassing alcoholic mother to come out and get naked and fight and cry.


'she only hears what she wants to'


I'm not going to the party at my house.