My company Christmas party was Saturday. It was at a dive bar in a particular spot in San Diego that I hate. Well… I can’t honestly say that I “hate” it, it’s more like… I’m scared of it. It’s not “brown” enough there, and everyone calls each other “bro” or “dude”. But, of course, I went anyway… and I had fun. They made me drink beer (I don’t like Coors Light, btw). Then Jason and Tim came down and introduced me to www.oldmencrying.com. Exactly why it’s funny, I’m not sure… but it is.
Sunday morning, me, Jason, Tim and Kelly met up for breakfast at St. Tropez, where we scared all the white people (including our waiter), critiqued the art on the walls, argued about which is better - pie or cake. Fun was had by all.
And I still haven’t finished/started my Christmahaunakwanzaka shopping. Crap.
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Cake is better! Pie is for poor people who can’t afford cake. They use whatever old fruit they have lying around the double-wide mash it up and call it dessert. Cake is better, Fuck you Jason.