P-a-r-t-y? 'Cause I gotta.
This Weekend. Saturday. Party. My House. Hell yes.
Starts at: 8:30 P.M.
Ends at: ???? (except you need to be gone when the clock strikes midnight, because that's when my parents come home.)
It's going to be a riot. I finished my homework, so I have plenty of time (for you, that is). I got a six-pack of near beer in the fridge that's screaming our names. In addition to that, my mom went grocery shopping a few days ago, so there is no shortage in the delicious snacks category. But we can't enjoy our beverages and snacks outside of the kitchen. The couches are leather and our carpets just got cleaned.
And once we are finished with that maybe we can turn the "wild n crazy" knob up a notch and watch a PG-13 motion picture. Normally (being the bad ass MC, that you know I am) I would dive straight into a Rated R feature, but I still can't figure out the password to the parental lock yet.
I also made a few conversation cards, so you know things won't get dull. Speaking of which: where do you stand on H1N1 vaccinations? Oh, yeahhh.
I'll make a point to pull out the games from the hallway closet. Parcheesi anyone? Perhaps Trivial Pursuit? Or maybe even Scrabble? Though I feel obligated to warn you, I'm quite the Scrabble champion. But who knows, maybe I'll let you use proper nouns, acronyms, and abbreviations. Oh, our mothers would not approve of this. But don't you fret about the 'rents. Craig and Deborah have made prior engagements.
I know we've only known each other for two and a half years, but how do you feel about letting out your wild child and... holding hands? Just to clarify myself, I was talking about my hands. Don't worry; they're clean. You're reputation won't be tarnished. My lips are sealed like an envelope. And the only one home is my bro. But it's cool, he won't snitch. Bird of the feather flock together, I always say.
Be there or be square, silly goose. Thinking of you forever and always. Just kidding...I think. Please come. Don't let me down. I'm not pressuring you. Can't wait to see you tonight, if you come. It'll be so much fun... you know, if you come. If you don't come, it's okay. I understand and will respect you, regardless of your decision. It's not like I'll cry or anything, because I definitely don't do that anymore. I have other friends. You're not my only love interest, don't flatter yourself. It's not like I've been writing our names together since the 2nd grade or anything. But seriously, you should come. It won't be the same without you... not like I'm pressuring you or anything. But if you don't come, I might kill myself. Haha. Just kidding. I'm not suicidal. Or am I? Haha, that was another joke again. I'm so lonely. I mean, I have so many friends. You're not the only one that I invited. Okay, so...you're really pretty. XOXO.
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