Hey, Erismar, It's Your Birthday!
Recently eaten: meatloaf
Recent annoyance: meetings
As my birthday approaches, I find myself inspired by Erismar Moreira. I plan on sipping Cachaca rum like it's my birthday. And if I can swing it, nothing spices up pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey like a little urban combat.
Gangster's birthday party spells panic in Rio
"A weekend showdown between police and dozens of gunmen who authorities said were celebrating a drug lord's birthday in Rio de Janeiro's biggest slum sowed panic among motorists trapped in a tunnel near the shooting.
Television footage showed terrified people, some with children, abandoning their cars and running along the one-mile tunnel as police battled armed men just a few hundred yards from Rio's famed Leblon beach.
In the slum, police shot dead one suspected drug trafficker and wounded an innocent man, which sparked protests by residents of the hillside Rocinha slum."
That's what I would call hard core! It'll be great, we'll put extra ammo in the goodie bags, put heroin in the balloon animals, and then stick it to the man.
2 comments:
Hispanic gangsters shooting guns at a birthday party? Sounds like a typical party in Columbia Heights!
I take issue with sipping rum, because, well, last time you and I sipped rum for four days straight, we were just sleepy the whole time. I here provide a list of possible liquors and hypothesize the results of your birthday:
Rum = Sleepy
Bourbon = Funny and Awesome escalating really quickly into PURE RAGE (and hunger)
Creamy Liquors = I have one thing to say: Milk was a poor choice
Vodka = I was drinking that crap that was in our freezer for a million years and now I can’t walk by a freshly cleaned bathroom without booting
Gin = Lisa likes it, but she’s a tough cookie. I drank gin for the first time ever while on a boat in a fjord off the Baltic Sea…needless to say I no longer like Gin or the brie I was chasing it with.
Tequilla = Always a good choice, always.
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