[PUBLIC] Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me.

[shekormick]

Okay, faggots.

Band practice on Sunday night, 7pm, my garage, the usual shit.

Bring your instruments, and something to eat. Don't you just love jamming + potluck? They were meant to be together.

Idk what else to say, dudes. I never have anything to write.

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[tgifridays_plz]

Dude, awesome! Finally, some food AND some practice! :D

[shekormick]

I know, right? Fuck yeah.

I hope Stan brings ravioli. And Wendy, if you're reading this, don't bring faggy vegan stuff again! I love ya, but I've had it with tofu!

[tgifridays_plz]

I never did get your love for ravioli, I don't care for it myself...

[shekormick]

Not even the dinosaur ones? Or alphaghetti? Or the kind with little meatballs?

What is NOT to love, dude?

[listed_third]

Yeah, yeah, I'll bring Ravioli.

I mentioned practice to my mom and she offered to make beef stew, too.

[shekormick]

Mmm, Stan, you are the man.

And I'm going to marry your mother.

[politicella]

Alright, I'll definitely be there (sans snacks, apparently, but really, am I one of the only people in the world who actually appreciates the taste of tofu over dead animal flesh?).

[shekormick]

Of course you will. As if you'd cop out on responsibility. Plus, we have to lay down a track or two; I wrote a new song, sort of. Dead animal flesh is my own true love, Wendy, we go over this every day.