To make sure this was a good idea I called my good friend Taylor Negron to get his opinion. Luckily he was home partying with friends. I asked him what he thought about my idea:

I knew he'd like it. Next I needed transportation because unfortunately my Porche was, ah, in the shop. Fortunately I knew my old friend Andy would come through. Here's what he said:

Last but not least, I needed to know the location of the party. For that I gave my good friend Jack Osbourne a ring. I knew he wouldn't let me down.

That Jack is such a kidder. But just in case he wasn't, I decided to move slowly away and go up the snitch food chain. I needed to find someone I knew would give me the goods. And that person was none other than my very good friend Eugene Levy. He wouldn't let me down. All I had to do was kiss that big old hairy butt of his.

Well I'm sorry to say I failed. Even thought Eugene was very helpful, after a few hours of "chit chat" it was too late. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to drop in on them on Christmas.