A salute to the Spartan Slaves

Friends are the most awesome things. Whoever came up with the idea of "friendship" should be awarded a million virgins and a million kegs of his favorite beer and a million Cohiba cigars. If that person was a woman, then she should be awarded a million.... whateverkindofguysshelikes, a million bazillion dollars and ... yea whatever she likes man. I don't know what you women like. So hard to please. Guys just want booze, fun, cars, and things.

Looking back, going to "f*** place" wasn't so bad because of the people in it. Tham, Steph, Effin, Rod, Gayness, and the rest of those Foxtrot guys (Oh yea and the regulars like Chinese Feroz and Russel) make it a wonderful f*** place. There's a whole lotta suffering going on, but hey at least we're suffering together. And when you're done w/all the shit, you go out for a night of drinks and cigars and have a blast.

Last night reminded me how much I'm gonna miss these buncha mofos when I'm off to college. The mentally challenged games, the booze, the fags, Mandy Moore on MTV, indian food and Foxtrot buddies like Sashi and Kenny. YOU ROCK.

*This post is rather short due to my existing brain cells busy clearing up the debris and dead cells from last night's party. I apologise on their behalf.