You know, I'm surprised at you white boys. You aint thrown a party worthy of being an 09er party as long as I've been here. That's a year, in case you're wonderin'.

So me and Mrs. E got something in the works.

This aint gonna be a party the Grand will stay standing after so it's gonna be on Dog Beach like old times. Starts at dusk Wednesday and lasts 'til everyone's stumbled off or passed out on the sand. I'm trusting with our very own Mr. Echolls as a Sheriff candidate, we wont have to worry about the minors getting busted. But just in case, bring your fakies.

My boys will provide the heaver liquor, you rich boys can buy the kegs. I'm sure a few people will bring other stuff too.

Ladies, all I can say is dress your ethnicity. There's a reason God put hot white chicks and hot sistas on the planet separately. If I see one more Easy-Bake Oven'd snowball I'm gonna barf.