We gon' sip Bacardi like it's on Sunday. And you know we don't give a fuck we work on Monday. Any and all people in SLC who read this (Mom, you know about it already, please ignore) are welcome to join us in song to celebrate Nate's anniversary of turning 25. Seems like only yesterday he was puking his guts out of a cab in Vegas in front of the owner of C1RCA...ah memories. Also, on a side note. This post marks the high water mark in terms of quantity of useless content in the span of one month. That's an average of 1.7 posts a day! Believe you me, I am as surprised as anyone, considering what a nightmare this month has been. My goal is for this blog to be like a big bowl of Whoppers; awful, but the Cadbury Mini Eggs were gone a week ago, and you'd hate to throw them out...so might as well have another handful. Ugh!
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