And may his pee-pee fail him on his wedding night.

Apparently my former room-mate of the last five years, and friend of over seven, is getting married. The rat fink fucker head has yet to inform me: I had to hear of it from my parents. I had only heard that they were back together after a lapse.

Jerome: if you read this, geography no longer restricts communication. I hate you. ASS.
Oodles of joy... you'd better have enough ice for the coming black eye, and enough booze for the ubiquitous bachelor party.