How (Not) To Get Invited Back
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007After much hullabaloo concerning the sheets, where I might have mentioned someone’s preference for crisp and ironed, our hostess decided she’d taken enough crap from the ungrateful people who ate all her ice cream:
“They’re not pressed, they’re not fluffy, they don’t match. But FUCK YOU! THEY’RE TOWELS!
…Welcome to Vashon.”