PARTY ON

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My God, last night on Facebook was like an old hippy party. Paul Hood and I drove around from thread to thread in a psychedelic VW van picking up members of the tribe like Maggidevi and Stacey who were just walking along the road and climbed in with their AMAZING IDEAS and their equally amazing ta tas, both of them, and Maggidevi caught me peeking, smiled sweetly and said "In your dreams, Bobba," and then we were bouncing off to some high place overlooking the river where we smoked a bowl of some REALLY GOOD SHIT and then started rapping our asses off regaling each other with some REALLY BIG IDEAS and laughing and crying until even you-know-who crawled up out of her menopausal funk and started giggling while Alys who was just ten feet tall wandered around in the woods chewing on a riddle and then returning with an answer but "not that, Alys, close, just keep trying" when we realized some tribe members were missing-in-action and we went to the edge of the cliff and yelled into the canyon "KELLLYYYYY (kellykellykelly) MARIEEEEEE (mariemariemarie) WHERETHEFUCKAREYOU (areyouareyouareyou) whereupon Susan complained that she actually had to go to WORK tomorrow and we all said "just one more story" and she said "OK" and then when we were just about out of steam along comes Bunny out of the shadows already looped with a bottle of Annie Green Springs and we’re off again. Kinda like that.

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