Your cocktail sir,





2005-02-23 - 7:39 a.m.

Last night I went to a wedding reception for the daughter of some owners in Bountiful. Bountiful is a nice town.

At the reception there was this horrible woman in red who was bitter about something and kept gossiping with other bitter women in the foyer of the reception hall. It turns out, she was upset that her daughter was not allowed to be in the wedding and so she was there to make sure that all the other people knew about it. Her daughter, who hopefully will take after her father (a mild man with bizzare highlights) rather than her mother. But something tells me, no.

I felt like taking her out. Maybe kick the heel of her boot, cracking it and causing her to go down like the titanic. Then make sure she stayed down with a knee to the throat. She probably yells at DS kids in Target.

There was also an old woman who kept giving rambuctious children her cane to play with. The children would then fight over the cane. Because desert bars and hperactive children are completed by the addition of a snap together cane. No one was seriously hurt, unfortunatly. Until the Hokey Pokey.

Then I went to Wendy's. The end.

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