"Hammered Montana"

Her CD was on the table, as well as a few stickers. The usual crowd was drunk (save for Fraulien Schmelter who still remains "Best Person Ever"). It was the best of both worlds even though Bass Enterprises didn't do a reunion show. I did dance the Id A dance though, and it was captured on camera.

Produce Pete's basement this time, for the second time. Which meant the Produce Pete's brother was also there. The Schmelter did not get his face drawn on this time though. There were two other significant changes: everyone got really drunk really quickly, and Anne Frank is including in that everyone. She is a really sloppy drunk and that's coming from someone who is a sloppy drunk. Just to give you a (really cute/adorable/sexxxy mental image) I passed out on Uday Pulaski's shoulder. And would not be woken up from that point after.

See, the problem with getting drunk is waking up the next morning. For me, this meant no pants (I took them off sometime in the middle of the night {?}, but left everything else on, including my jacket) and being crumpled onto the largest chair/smallest couch ever. Also, Shadow (not a nom de blog) woke me up with her loud pussy-licking.

Also, like cleaning up is not fun. Vom (SCHMELTER!) is not fun. Sticky icklies are not fun. But, BEING drunk is fun. Especially if you are us. Only us. (Not you Frenemy as evidenced by your Facebook picture. Don't you know that FNBS has a copyright on horizontal stripes? WE ARE GOING TO SUE YOUR ASS INTO LAST WEEK.)

So, to recap, some YAYS!: Beer! Dancing! Hannah Montana! Pretzel Sticks? Bros! and S'n'B! Hurricane Sicki!

Some boos: Vom, Odd furniture, Hangovers, No Pants, Mixing, Too Much Too Soon

Let's take all of these as life lessons.