Barb is sick. We think it's SARS. According to my Magic 8 Ball the "Outlook is not so good". So when she dies and after I delete her myspace account I am going to say this at her memorial service where it will be more like a party because I am pretty sure Barb would want us all drunk. (Just got an IM conformation on the party thing. She says, and I quote, "its tru")
Barb, Barb... shit. Why did you get SARS!! Better question, where did you get SARS? I guess now that is neither here nor there. What is here are all of you friends. And we have been drinking a lot and Erin is pretty drunk now, and I think I saw Kelly passed out under the Chocolate Fondue Fountain and I am hallucinating right now because I think I see you standing in the back of the room. Oh wait. That is you!! Hey Barb! I guess Western Medicine is more advanced then we thought. Either that or you never had SARS and my 8 Ball was way off.
But if you had died of SARS I would have wanted to say this.
Thank you for always making sure there was some sort of chip and dip combo at Alex's parties. That was pretty awesome. And Thank You for always spending the night before Alex's parties to make Jell-O shots in those cute little cups. And I am sorry that my team beat your team at Cranium that time because I somehow guessed "HyperColor T-Shirts" and Ryan some how got my sculptureade for "Interview with the Vampire". I miss you betch.
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That is one helluva eugogoly. I don't know if I could come up with something that would top that, which is probably why you and Barb have this cool blog and I'm not a part of it, besides the comments, which is fine, I mean, I don't resent either of you... but I will say this...
Megan, now that Barb is gone and you'll need to replace her on your blog, I am available. Now I realize that I'm not as nice as Barb, nor do I make chips/dip/jello shots for parties, but I am cute and people like me. Well I can't really say people anymore now that Barb is dead... so person (Megan) likes me and I have that going for me. I mean, right?
First off, thanks. And second no.
i will not fuck off
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