Next party idea for when Kate conveniently has to work: We'll call it "The Meating". This revolution will be taped and subsequently televised. I got the hook up on a truckload of D grade ground beef. It's D grade, that's not failing, it just means its not fit to be sold to in retail outlets but oh so fit to frolick in, wearing a minimum of clothes.

Think of the possibilities. We combine man's two favorite things: meat and naked chicks and, of course, beer. Then, it's like playing with fire for those of us who live dangerously, you have dysentery, explosive diarhea, salmonella, and, if we're lucky; mad cow.

Even better, if theres a little bit of manure, we can call it "The Staph Meeting"