From:
Mischief
Ok,
so every once and awhile you just need to let it loose. You know, kick back; let
it all hang out.
And
it seems with all the growing stresses and pressures of today's demanding world;
I'd like to do this, oh, say, every waking moment.
It's
not the same, as when I was younger and just wanted to party, now I need
to party! It really helps my Boss go away. And besides, I'm with all my friends,
right where I like to be. We've all that reoccurring dream of winning the
lottery and turning into lazy bastards, crusin' the countryside on our custom
scooters. Well since that’s not happinin' We've implemented an awesome
alternative!
It's
called, just gimmie a fuckin' excuse to party, and I'll be there. And it seems
to be catching on. Last week we had our annual Wine and cheese party and
polished off thirty-six, yes, thirty-six bottles
of various wines! Imagine grown, mature, biker folk, acting this way! (Thanks to
all who attended) and it started by me and my honey sittin' around the house one
night drinking wine and sampling cheeses, when she said this would a great idea
for a party! Now granted it's not as heart pounding as sneaking out of my
bedroom window to party, but we have matured! Haven't we?
P.s.
two things before I go, Dave, can I say fuck in this column?
And
what's our next excuse?
