vim

strange how the same people i used to do keg-stands with....and six-foot bong loads...and duct tape kids to flagpoles...and smoke weed out of tin-cans...are the same peolpe here now....enjoying their chardonnnay, sauv-blanc, and chichi appetizers...all the while a careful eye on the kid...or soon to be kids....and as i ponder this, i hear myself asking...."hey hon, where's the 25 year balsalmic"

so i beg you...if i come over tonight...will you please hoist me up by my ankles and force-feed me natty-ice, or pbr until i vomit all over myself??