A Party My Little Sister's Friend is Attending

Thanks to facebook voyeurism I know about this:

Four-score and seven years ago, our forefathers (Jovana, Chow, Geddy, Ronan et al) elected to create within these simple walls a haven for impoverished students, alcoholics, resistance fighters, british car enthusiasts, political activists, pregnant teens, stoners flagranté, and reprobates. Though there were many heady days and many a police cruiser called, this, our Atlantis, is on the verge of being swallowed by a swirling foamy brine of soccer moms (fake tits), neighbourhood co-operatives (fat people who don't contribute to society worth shit) and kempt, manicured lawns (neo-republicans). But as Donovan was quick to point out in his famous musical epic, the Atlantians set forth in ships with painted sails, crying 'Hail Atlantis!'... after having held one shit-whiz of a party.

Though this our Albion, our Rome, may soon be naught for this world, we may rest easy with the knowledge that we have brought down the property values of every other yuppy scum-fuck infested domicile within a three block radius.

Let's bump it up to four.