Hooray!

UPDATE:
So, i guess the fine people at Abercrombie must be very into consumer happiness, cause as i drove to work yesterday, they had replaced the girl sign(!) with a slightly less gay, but still quite erotic looking man. Now, to test out how quickly they can swing this one, I want to see a shirtless man holding a baby, in black and white. (not black baby, white guy, that looks like kidnapping) cause that is just plain hawt.

I need to quit drinking

....
well, i meant i need to quit drinking and smoking. seriously, i guess once my body gets to a certain BAC, my brain says "eh, fuck it, get ready body, im gonna make steve eat thumbtacks" I dont even like smoking. ...much.

So stop me if you see me.
cause my body is against me.

So, when an idea strikes for writing this thing (you mean you dont just get drunk and make spelling mistakes and dick jokes?) i try to write it down on a scrap of paper in shorthand. last night, i was getting way fucked up cause my coworkers have this notion that i am this terrific drinker, and make such a big deal of it that i often have to drink way more than id like to in order to not dissapoint (...i swear that didnt sound sad in my head)
So, anyway, Im checking my pockets this morning, looking for advil, and i run across this little scrap of paper that id scrawled an idea on.

and it says "Chicken leg =funny for party at chinese"

And i have NO idea what this could possibly mean. Its pretty funny in-and-of-itself, but...shit. i cant think of one thing i could have possibly wanted to say that followed those guidelines. I dont even remember writing it. Stupid coworkers with high esteem for me.
I love them so.