the land of the free and the home of the brave

It is believed that the united states of america became free on the july the fourth, of a year that I care not to google at the moment just so I can sound more intelligent than I really am. While this is good and all, few of us dare to acknowledge this day as more than an excuse to kick back, pop open a heineken, and invite some cool cats, douchebags, and sluts to come to your place in their finest swimwear to get (for lack of a better word) "shwasted". Yes, I realize that independence day was yesterday, but I was too preoccupied to write about it when I should have, seeing as I was at the residency of the lovely nisa caban. To answer your impending, unasked questions however... no. I did not spend my day getting "shwasted" or tanning with douches or playing with fire. No, I chose to prance around with nisa neese and my four year old cousin in nothing but a bra and a tutu. And crawl through the neighborhood sewage system. And sweet jesus, was that fun or what. Many a photo was taken, and much was accomplished. I just thought I was entitled to share that, I being the owner of this internet property. That's the news for today, kids. Nothing more. I and my good cat sir frankie bid you a good evening.