well, it was mid-winter back in ought-2, and a few of us were sitting around the office. there was some cocaine involved; i'm not going to lie. we'd snorted our way through an 8-ball of the finest booger sugar colombia has to offer, and polished off a case of maker's mark. the world was my oyster, and i was definitely not allergic to shellfish. george looked at me and said, "waddaya think, can we do it?" i looke him right square and said, "do it, georgie; we'll be greeted as fucking liberators." and that's how i got us in the iraq war. that one backfired. so, uh, my bad.
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