Type I Parties
Jayson's Christmas/Solstice party is tonight. I predict it will sound something like this:
Blink 182: Say it ain't so, I will not go...And so on.
Jake: And then, I kid you not, he just punches me in the stomach.
Jayson: Damn hippies.
Bill: Listen. This is important. No, listen. You can't vote to have sex with a rabbit.
Autumn: I think you can. But why would you want to?
Jayson: (wildly waving an unlit cigarette) I can't believe you guys. You're all a bunch of FUCKING TOTALITARIANS.
Chip: Hey, I brought the papers from my small business loan. Who wants to read them?
Lincoln: I brought the schematics for my stereo.
Jayson: Let me just explain something. It's really simple. Reality. Is infinite.
Lincoln: But battery storage isn't.
Justin: Heh. Why did the Jew cross the road?
Autumn: Let me guess. Was it something to do with the Gini coefficient?