Dear Hannah,

You tried to crash my weekend party extravaganza, rained on my parade all day Saturday, and tried to kill me with your Humongous Waves of Doom and Scary as Crap Undertow - (which, by the way, made it almost impossible to stand still enough to pee in the ocean, and I was really drunk and really had to go! You're so hateful.) HOWEVER, I still managed to get wasted, get a (sorta) tan, and have sex on the beach under some amazing stars, so... I think I won this one, betch.


(Don't) Blow Me,
CF