I am.

Murder Mystery Parties

Are hard to do. I made a correlation between taking participating in a murder mystery party and taking acid:

You pretty much have to be contained in a room. A neutral room where the people that are in it are ONLY there for the game. And when people start fucking off, leaving the room, things go wrong. People start tripping out because they think they’re friends were eaten by the house, and people go home.

Lol.

actually now that i think of it....

burrurie:

I’d like all my newer followers (or whomever) to give me a few fun facts about yourselves so we can get more acquainted & Ill do the same Please & Thank you.

I didn't know.

Mike 2: “What are you gonna do when you get home?”
Mike 1: “Feed the dog, make a snack, check my email, my Myspace, my Twitter, my Youtube…
Mike 2: “You’re ol’ lady lets you have all that [Myspace, etc..]shit?”

Most relationships with people my age don’t work well when a social networking site is involved. I couldn’t believe everyone else when I asked them if that’s how it was, and they responded yeah.

How fucking disfunct are people. I’m glad me and mine are the shit. Sheezy.

Stay fresh.