More like Boston Tea Farty…

Here’s the plan: Warm up my time machine for one last hoorah and travel to the biggest party of all time, the Boston Tea Party. I never paid much attention in my history classes, but I did remember that it was a costume party. I put on the most stereotypical indian costume I could find and I was on my way to 1773. Once again, I was extremely dissappointed. The Boston Tea Party wasn’t a party at all! It was just a bunch of angry dudes with annoying New England accents throwing shit all over the place. In disgust, I shouted things like, “Where is a Boston massacre when you need one” and “Go Yankees!”. Soon after, I grabbed my comlimentary case of tea, and I was on my way

brothatom out
(while i was in 1773, I bet on the Patriots for the 2004 Superbowl, they didn’t know what I was talking about, but they took my money anyway… I guess in the end I was the one that was hosed. Oh yeah… brothatom, brothatom, brothatom, brothatom, brothatom, brothatom, brothatom, brothatom. Take that!)