Advice for convincing a fence-sitter to join the party tonight:
“You should put LSD in her drink and then say, ‘Hey, jump out the window and come to my house later!'”
“But I don’t want a dead person coming to my house. Or with a bunch of broken bones.”
“There’s an elevator.”
No wonder A. Birch Steen is embarrassed and ashamed to be associated with you guys. 🙂