Originally posted by MadMadMike
Terribly afraid *I* would not be invited to your little par-tay so,.,.
The *MadMan* (leather pants, Slayer tour shirt, Alice Cooper eyes, snakeskin boots, suntan oil, electrical tape) crashes your little wedding and,
during your loooooooong tirade at the altar about having to settle for a mere mortal man instead of getting Ian A,.,.
I ,.,., spike your punch with Wild Turkey and Xanax,.,. and play the first 4 songs from Beyond Good & Evil ,., AS LOUD AS THE DJ'S SYSTEM WILL
CRANK,., over and over,., in an effort to drown out your incessant babble.
The druids and The MadOne take the can opener and blender the in-laws gave you and leave.
"13" is playing in the Mustang..
Can I get a 'Hell Yes', people?? |