That's not enough. I'll be fine, though. I will, it's just that some house pickle might play pencil if you want to. Let me go back for a moment. On Sunday night I was invited by a couple cool chicks to go to the Young Democrats Association party at the new LA version of New York's Knitting Factory.
Political people are weird.
The crowd was a bit like a Hollywood hipsters party mixed with midwest prom people mixed with people who couldn't get into the chess club in high school cuz they weren't cool enough. We just drank and walked around and leaned against the wall making fun of people. Oooh, and we saw a guy with no butt. And he was freaking his girlfriend on the dance floor. But then I wondered what to call what he was doing.