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| Well, lets see. I got half the US Navy drunk, subscribed bunnerabb to $250 worth of magazines, fight my way through panicky crowds to get to Mandy's "Nuclear Apocolypse" party (I never made it)... | |
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| ...I had to convince Dubya that my offer of some poutine was not a sicko come-on, and then tried to convince the WIGU hooker that the smell was the donkey, not me. | |
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| Are you kidding? This birthday kicked ass! | |
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