For the love of God… Who thought it was a good plan to give me the wrong street? I was lost eight blocks east of here, and I crashed some other bash. Well… at least I got some free beer out of it… though, it may have been a bad choice to drive here, since I was a smidge drunk.
Hope it’s fine that I parked on the lawn next to the pool. It was the only spot I could find. You might have tire tracks in your yard…
No food? No food!? How dare you come here and not bring food. That, my friend, is just plain wrong. Now I will be a frail corpse. You will come to rue this day!
OK, OK, I’ll see if I can find a grocery store or something and buy something. Any suggestions of delicacies exotic enough that our hosts would enjoy them, but not so exotic I can’t find them at the local store?
I have to leave for a bit because I’ve been chastized for failling to bring any food with me. What can you eat? What do you prefer to eat? Are there any common foods you can’t eat? How about your fellow hosts?
Dude, I’m not sensing any hostility, just a desire to have a good time! And while I’m planning on getting drunk too, aren’t you the designated driver? I’m keeping an eye on you - you are not getting “slappy happy drunk” on my watch!
I’m afraid it’s not that simple. If it were just paparazzi, I could issue restraining orders, but since I’m such a public figure I’m followed everywhere by legitamite media figures as well.
Ooh, that’s hard to say. Of course I have the fondest thoughts for my home State, but every one of the others that I have traveled through each have so much to offer.