Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Tommmmy seems irritable...

OK, ladies,

We are mere weeks away from collectively growing a pair and returning to the wilderness. Put away your pink parasols and David Beckham Brand facial moisturizing balm and get involved. We need to put the last details together - figure out who is coming up when and who needs a ride, who is bringing what, who needs what, when and who are doing the shopping, etc
Here is what you need to do:

RESPOND!!


email, phone, or comment to the blog

If you can get to the campsite on Thursday please let me know so we can decide where to meet up and try to save a little on gas. If you are not coming up on Thursday, you should also let me know. If you have a decent chair or two, you should bring them or make some other arrangements or you will end up sitting on one f the old cruddy ones with no armrests even if you are uncomfortable. So there.

My guess is that early Thursday, Kevin, PaulB, PaulH and Tommmmy will be getting to the site and setting up and getting tanked. Thursday evening Curtis will show. Friday after work, Nathan, Steve, John and Trevor will all arrive separately because they are not awesome. Tommy will abuse his whiffle bat privileges. Prove me wrong.

5 comments:

Indiebass said...

I will be there on Thursday with motherfucking bells on. Anyone who challenges this assertion will receive: one (1) boot to the grillpiece, two (2) swift kicks to the torso and one (1) coupon redeemable at any time for sand removal (vaginal sand only)

insertcleverid said...

I'm available first thing in the morning Thursday. I am willing to drive if everyone in the car kicks in for gas. No dicking around on that. Bring cash, you pinko librul trustfundians with your "trust funds" and your "saving" and, and, "bank accounts." Real Americans live paycheck to paycheck. LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT!!!!

insertcleverid said...

GETTERDUN!!!

insertcleverid said...

See that guy in the picture there? Just to the right? Yeah, that's not me. That's the last guy to beat me at bloody knuckles. Don't fuck with me.

Or him.

tommmmmmmy said...

CAUTION: First thing in the morning to Paul is mid-afternoon to those that don't work at the Flaming Zipper...I mean the fire fly.

Paul, an extra buck towards your gas if you wear a cut off flannel shirt.