Yeah. But he was wrong about the whole "Two thousand zero zero party's over oops out of time" thing.
Technically, "Two thousand zero zero" would be the year 200,000. So there's still time to be out of time.
So Jesse, 'fess up--did you forget to wash your hands?
I've just been reading about how hard it was to get doctors to wash their hands. (All hospital staff really, but doctors are the worst offenders.) Apparently the most effective measure was taking a handprint in a petrie dish from one of the leading doctors and letting the bacteria develop, then using it as the screen saver on all the computers.
Sure, but will we even
remember
how to party like it's 1999 by then?
Best to stay on top of these things.
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
Party like Y2K is about to get you?
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
It's just like partying now, except that all the dudes have goatees.
Sure, but will we even remember how to party like it's 1999 by then?
Clearly, we need to prepare a time capsule containing a raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, and a little red corvette. (After some consideration, I decided that cream would be an inappropriate addition. As would the most beautiful girl in the world.)
Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.
I'm not going to my sister's wedding. She wants to play musical chairs, so everyone has to sit with someone they don't know at some point in the reception. She got up to go speak to someone new during this last one (to get an idea, she said, of how traditionally Hasidic the goings on were). So she missed the Thriller dance and the second line. Serves her right.
Hil, in a Hasidic wedding, is it cheating for the guys to peer through the curtain at the women dancing? People on both sides looked pissed when the inevitable crossovers happened and some guys went over the to the chick side, and some chicks started humping guys on the guy side, but no one seemed to think peeking was against the rules.
Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.
Soup for Sluts Ramen
Apparently, it's a real product. In Japan.
