Oh man.
So this weekend was rather interesting.
I got to spend the night at Bryan's on both Friday and Saturday. That was because my mom was catering his dad and now step-mom's wedding and we just went over to her house and stuff.
His bed is uber comfortable. There was NO fooling around either, for all you pervs out there. =3
Went to the wedding on Saturday and hung out with people. My mom gave me beer, it was cool because she just walked up to me with it in her hand and says "I thought you might like this a little more than champagne, so here."
At one point Bryan had the D.J. put on a slow song and made me dance with him. It was cute, but I felt kind of uneasy 'cause everyone was looking at us. It was also quite amusing at the same time...several other people came out dancing by us and when they'd get close to us I could hear them whisper "Kiss..." I giggled a lot.
I suppose one wasy to really sum up the entire thing is:
White people x Alcohol + Rap Music = Bad / Utter Amusement.
So a group of people were piled in a car for a long road trip after graduation and as they were driving down the road, they saw this huge house that was completely pink.
About 5 minutes later the car broke down, so they all decided to walk back to the pink house to get some help.
So they get to the house and on the walk up, they noticed that even the flowers and grass seemed to be colored a shade of bright pink.
One of them knocked on the door and a middle aged woman answered the door who was, of course, completely clad in pink. They asked if they could get some help and she invited them all in.
Once inside she explained to them that the only mechanic around was at least 10 miles away and it was much too late to drive around. So she invited them to stay the night and they all accepted.
After a short, pink, meal the woman showed them to their rooms...Down a pink hall and to the right, down another pink hallway and to the left, etc.
The morning after their sleep, the woman showed them back to the kitchen and stated that someone was already on their way to get a mechanic for their car.
They all sat at a pink table in comfy pink chairs and she offered them a choice of either pink cheerios or pink fruit loops. They all chose fruit loops...
Whats the moral of the story?
Fruit loops are better than cheerios.
THE END!
I got to spend the night at Bryan's on both Friday and Saturday. That was because my mom was catering his dad and now step-mom's wedding and we just went over to her house and stuff.
His bed is uber comfortable. There was NO fooling around either, for all you pervs out there. =3
Went to the wedding on Saturday and hung out with people. My mom gave me beer, it was cool because she just walked up to me with it in her hand and says "I thought you might like this a little more than champagne, so here."
At one point Bryan had the D.J. put on a slow song and made me dance with him. It was cute, but I felt kind of uneasy 'cause everyone was looking at us. It was also quite amusing at the same time...several other people came out dancing by us and when they'd get close to us I could hear them whisper "Kiss..." I giggled a lot.
I suppose one wasy to really sum up the entire thing is:
White people x Alcohol + Rap Music = Bad / Utter Amusement.
So a group of people were piled in a car for a long road trip after graduation and as they were driving down the road, they saw this huge house that was completely pink.
About 5 minutes later the car broke down, so they all decided to walk back to the pink house to get some help.
So they get to the house and on the walk up, they noticed that even the flowers and grass seemed to be colored a shade of bright pink.
One of them knocked on the door and a middle aged woman answered the door who was, of course, completely clad in pink. They asked if they could get some help and she invited them all in.
Once inside she explained to them that the only mechanic around was at least 10 miles away and it was much too late to drive around. So she invited them to stay the night and they all accepted.
After a short, pink, meal the woman showed them to their rooms...Down a pink hall and to the right, down another pink hallway and to the left, etc.
The morning after their sleep, the woman showed them back to the kitchen and stated that someone was already on their way to get a mechanic for their car.
They all sat at a pink table in comfy pink chairs and she offered them a choice of either pink cheerios or pink fruit loops. They all chose fruit loops...
Whats the moral of the story?
Fruit loops are better than cheerios.
THE END!