So here I sit on a Saturday night waiting for AFB to move his lazy ass. Tonight is the annual PigRoast at Stinky’s place. This will be my 2nd year attending and I will try to remember to ask him so that I can post a number in front of that annual thing. Personally I enjoy tradition and even more than that I promised him that I would be there. I don’t like to commit to things very often because I hate letting people down and going back on my word. Granted some may have problems with some of my ideals, but my core values are not without merit. uDaMan & IRS decided to say no to the PigRoast at the last minute with some BS excuse that they didn’t realize it was today. They had both told me that they would attend and I am lying when I say I am only a little disappointed. Now far be it from me to go off on a tangent but WTF is going on AFB you and your bitches are supposed to be moving toward that pig. It is now 7:59 and if I am not stuffing my face with swine within the next hour my weekend could be ruined and I am holding you personally responsible!

OK, so now I am being a little melodramatic (fuck I have been wanting to work that word in). I am sure that everything will turn out just fine. Since I was so fucking drunk by the time I got there last year, it was the same day as the Alien Ant Farm concert, I cannot remember if the pig actually still had its head or not? Well I am going to be bringing my camera and will get a picture regardless of the state of the pigs head.