Tuesday Evening Thoughts
It is at this time that I’d like to pause for a minute and point out that the feeling that I get when experiencing what I just described in the above paragraph is matched only by a handful of things. It is simply the American dream redefined as we know it. I gotta think to myself that when Samuel Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and the rest of that bang-up crew were drawing up the Declaration of Independence, each of them had a vision in the backs of their Revolutionary minds of a version of what is listed above.
If you are an avid reader of this website, your 4th of July weekends most likely follow the same pattern as previously mentioned. It is in this vein that I’d like to open this up to any story or occurrence, be it awesome, stupid, or both, that took place over this past 4th of July weekend. I’ll start with a very quick description: I witnessed a friend of mine drink 12 shots of Bacardi 151 in just over an hour’s span, and followed them up with 3 Coors Lights before trying to perform sexually, but failing miserably. It was 2:30 PM.
Fuck Yea. 50 Cent still sucks.
--Bunny Stardust