The Life of a Party

Life is a party, you join in after it’s started and leave before it’s finished. Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

A little party never killed anybody. You might go to hell in the end, but at least you’ll have great stories to tell. If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you. Life is a party, you should dress for it. When you’re the most happening person at the party, it’s time to leave.

Trust me, you can dance. No one looks back on their life and remembers the night they got plenty of sleep. At every party there are two kinds of people – those who want to go home and those who don’t. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.

Having kids is like continually having to clean up after a party you didn’t attend. If you’re spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party, what are you running away from? Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. So there’s that.

If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade and try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party. That’s why this generation is the least racist generation ever. You see it all the time. Go to any club or park. People are intermingling, hanging out, having fun, enjoying the same music.

It’s easy to impress me. I don’t need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I’m happy. I’m satisfied. I’m content. Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won’t be invited to cocktail parties. Those kind of parties are designed to spill tea.

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. If you don’t drink, how will your friends know you love them at 2 am? I wanna throw a party with fake alcohol and see how many people act wasted. We are the people our parents warned us about. I like to party, and by party I mean take naps. Don’t wake me up…

I’ll bite you

Gottfried. All rights reserved


258 thoughts on “The Life of a Party

      1. I find a technological temporal lobe shot, guillotine or round of JC/DC methods, goddess and world master! 40 years in i am angel at parliamentary judiciary… just call me luci…

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          1. Gods daughter in wiccan central, the irony loses all of us, i should be ethereally first responding…the worlds borders safety methods, Mary filtering the minions!

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          2. Haiku around ten lines…sarcasm, are you having a husband moment…scrolling, not listening and still nodding in conversation! for example ” i just killed you cat!” yes dear, wonderful dear!

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  1. Works for what!? At this rate DWP before bodies are found from your lack of conversation! i have started jus adding words in, This works as a menu starter! This works for repetitive wallpaper! Just add words…😜 by the way the imaginary cat is fine!

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      1. You have a party before catching kids, i just sire up post of their failure or get healed in conjoining recoveries, eventually my protect and serve nature should just be…. do you like them enough to sit for twenty years as their guard? Remember Mary Poppins with her middle finger flying out the door, good job i enjoy carpet bombing the extended houses!

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          1. It is great for judicially segmenting anyone who fancies playing for assets! HRH heads will roll! International Kaleidoscope it only affects fact level! And oh how they run!

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