Oh, geez, here comes monday.
that weekend sure was something. not sure what. probably something awesome.
here is what i have to say regarding the subjects of this comic. i do not know my neighbors at all. i do not know if it is a ‘california thing’ or a ‘modern thing,’ but it seems like in smaller towns and maybe just other parts of the world, people feel compelled to introduce themselves to the people to whom they live in proximity. i knew the people directly on either side of my house growing up, but i do not know my current neighbors. so they all get nicknames. there is the ‘trashy family,’ the ‘old ex-cop,’ the ‘old woman who gets booty calls from an old man and they fight loudly (as in yelling at each other),’ and ‘the guy who i can hear snoring from in a different building whose wife’s voice makes it sound as if she is about 9 years old.’ do you know your neighbors? are they super annoying or did they help you move furniture up the stairs? would you consider having a barbecue with them? how about ‘going in on’ a timeshare with them?
switching gears: my bachelor party was not crashed, nor was it out of control. i simply hung out with my three closest friends and got drunk. then one of them refused to get off of my bed when we were getting tired, and i had to literally kick him off. using my feet. i have never been to anyone else’s bachelor party, so i do not know how they ‘go down.’ i am not terribly into strippers that i do not know, so i do not know if i would have a good time or not. have you been to or had a bachelor or bachelorette party? was it ‘kickass?’ did ’shit go down?’ it seems like ’shit’ seems to ‘go down’ a lot at these events.
anyway. i hope your monday does not run off and join the circus. not without your permission anyway.
yes i have met abraham lincoln; he is the fellow who crashed my bachelor party.
but you are not even married.
that fact is not unrelated to abraham lincoln's behavior at my bachelor party.
i apologize, but i have a reputation to uphold.