today is my friend Mea­gan’s 21st birth­day. she is not a drinker at all. in fact, i think she can count the times she has had a drink on one hand. but not after tonight. i am skip­ping my work shift tonight to take her out with some friends and get her wast­ed as hell. drunk as a skunk. ladies and gen­tle­men, she will be yarf­ing before this night is over. the great thing about this is that a 21st birth­day effec­tive­ly gives the friends of the per­son born license to make that per­son ill beyond belief in a hap­py engag­ing man­ner. i yarfed on my 21st, it was fun. Phil yarfed in my car on his 21st, it was fun. Mea­gan will yarf on her 21st and it will be fun. who knew yarf­ing could be so much fun?