10:02 p.m. OR this post is gonna ruin us, you know

It's the night before 2006 and the residents of chateau nice have nothing to do. Oop, 10:03 p.m.
Oop, 10:04 p.m. The good news is that there's no cover at the chateau. The bad news...this post is gonna ruin us. There will be no sheesha tonight. No wine. No brunch. Just the strumming of Pat's guitar and the hopeful anticipation that 2006 will be...

We've got high hopes
We've got high hopes
We've got high, stick a knife in your eeeeyeee, hopes.

We've got snow covered slopes
We've got prohibition against those who elope
We've got snoop dog's funky dope
We've got a castrated antelope.

Manuel is a voodoo doll
He's so hangy hangy
He's so hangy hangy
Manuel is a little doll
He has got to ride the tree.

Drinkle drinkle new year's bar
where can we go that's not too far
we don't want to take the car
up above this new year's crowd
it's too gross and it's too loud
drinkle drinkle in my yard
watch the stars and star trek and tasha yar.

10:10 p.m.
10:14 p.m.