plague of literate cross-dressers

There was a splendid party at a band nerd house last night. I ended up in women’s clothing early on, and later set this away message on Geoff’s computer:

I have boobies, and this font makes me want to drink gasoline and fight with the demons of ENGLISH MAJOR! they will repent when they feel the power of Geoff (not Jeff, for that would be spelled wrong), flow through their bodies like the wind of the damned 1950s trendy looking fans that swept the nation like Luke Merte’s atonal appreciation of the jazz avant lifestyle. The end is near for all those that don’t fear the beer that swept the nation like the locust plague of the Dutch.

Yes, it was quite an exciting evening.