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Today we spent three hundred dollars in preparation for a party. I mean, the dinner party for eighteen was one thing, but this shit is fucking unreal. We bought Jameson (just for you, Justin) and Bailey's and Guinness so that we could shoot car bombs. We bought gin and canadian blended for martinis and w&g's. We bought a bottle of champagne and two bottles of white wine to complement our red and blush boxes. We will be making cherry, chocolate, and blueberry tartlets (the chocolate I think will be mixed with peanut butter and silky tofu in a mousse-stylee squirt), 543u890583490 layer dip, spinach dip, and cheezy poops. Perhaps Sherrey will create more curry. We bought twenty-four boxes of candy cigarettes and some minty sticks. And we're getting a fucking keg.
This...ahem...THIS WILL BE A MUTHAFUCKIN' PARTY. Y'all betta be there, heah?
This...ahem...THIS WILL BE A MUTHAFUCKIN' PARTY. Y'all betta be there, heah?