to all;

[righteously]

Alright everybody, shut up for a minute and listen. Put down your wands, your swords, and your dirty parchment magazines.

We might be in Abraxas, but tonight you're all honorary Americans. It's the Fourth of Freakin' July somewhere, and I'll be damned if we don't eat hot dogs and blow some crap up the way the good lord intended.

Today's all about freedom, beer, and Bruce Springsteen.

Our party queen her majesty Madam Julie's hosting a shindig in the Horizon. We're covering all the greatest hits. Booze, swimming pools, the Meat Man running the grill, and

of course

Big ass illegal fireworks at the end. Be there or get your tea dumped into the harbor. No taxation without representation.



Oh, by the way, unrelated question
Any of you inventor-types got a minute to cobble me together a tattoo gun? It's important.

God bless America.

( notes: Julie's party log can be found here! All of Dean's comments are public. Threadjacking is highly encouraged if whoever you're tagging is cool with it. )

Comments

[frontlinetitties]

Consider me convinced, I'll be there.

I mean you had me at 'meat', but what can I say.
I have a sweet tooth.

[righteously]

I respect you and everything about what you just said.

[frontlinetitties]

It's good to meet a man after my own heart.

[righteously]

Pleasure to meat you too

( ha ha ha get it

meat

dad jokes )

[frontlinetitties]

Sweet

[Luckily for him, she happens to think puns are the very height of wit. Totally kicking herself over here for not thinking of it first.]