Friday, January 9, 2004

UR magazine decided to publish pictures of their New Year’s bash on the Interweb, dear reader, and here is a shot of our merry band of miscreants.

Some of you know that I am a teetotaler–a fancy word for someone who exclusively drinks lemonade and the blood of newborn children, by which I mean Kool-Aid–and this is a rare chance to see your beloved CEO in an unequivocally blasted state.

I had a few sips of champagne, and those sips were enough to render me unconscious. I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I would never dream of lying to you. What really happened, gentle reader, was those few sips threw me into a blind rage wherein I rendered other people unconscious.