We've invited over a small gob of firefighters, cops, cyclists and ne'er-do-wells (some may fit several categories) for a shindig tonight. I fully expect property loss, misdemeanors, offended sensibilities, and small arms fire.
Dean, I'm sorry I said par-tay. I don't know what got into me. Drew has been off work this week, so I probably have just been hanging around Mr. Last Week's Catch Phrase a little too much.
But this party will be the shizzle (laughing and running to avoid damage from evil eye).