My invite must have gotten tied up in the mail room while it was suddenly doubling as a kindergarten. All it was missing was a cop.
But you know, "Jesus" (if that's your real name, and if it isn't actually pronounced, "Hey Zeus"), I'm not much of a party guy. And I get the feeling that crowd would have been full of crazypants liberals. Which means I would have been about as thrilled as this guy.
Only not as wrinkly. And with more hair.
And with a shorter, way less potentially-criminal record.