block party
ah well
that was a good twelve hours.
four until four.
fabbity fab.
hung out mostly with simon, andy willy lenny(one person), holly c and lianna.
we played some parlour games
and did some card tricks.
clarke hit lianna four times in the chest with a soccer ball.
simon and i basically emceed the block party.
i limboed a height that was lower than my hips and beat some small children, then did commentary.
i led the macarena
i did the mexican hat dance
i did the hokey pokey and i turned myself around.
i ran through water from a fire hose
and i spent seven hours barefoot (my feet hurt)
i roasted marshmallows and made s'mores
and bonded with small children.
katherine and i came home and i fed her juice and we talked, then she went back to her house.
and that was when the night got truly interesting.
i definately got five hours of sleep.
sound, satisfied sleep though.
i'm very alliterate.
oh. hah. another (sort of) pun.
christ fathers day rolls around and all of a sudden im making more puns than my old man
i think he will enjoy the shotgun and pipe i bought him.
andrew:"oh i get it...it's lianna because...she listened closely...i dont get it."
casey: "there go the knees, then the hips...ladies and gentlemen if you aren't watching this you should be...she's only going to make this if she's superhuman...which i suspect she is...how low CAN she go anyway?...everybody if the sky falls we know who's coming out of it alive...nobody's really listening to me are they? i should not be given a microphone...oh betty is...thanks betty."
casey: "hey simon what time is it?"
simon: "....seventeen."
casey: "no seriously."
simon: "seventeen thousand."
casey: "could you tell me...please?"
katherine: "oh i have some weed back at my house if you want to."
casey: "...katherine i said please, not blaze."
simon: "here i'll write you a check...i found these at my house."
katherine: *reads* "rupees? isn't that a date rape drug??"
simon: *dies laughing*
casey: "it's a currency, genius. simon probably has some really old travellers checks."
katherine: "oh how was i supposed to know?"
simon: *is still laughing* "thank you...thank you...."
katherine: "molested?"
casey: "no. i didn't say molested OR blaze, and rupees is not date rape. get your head out of the gutter"
casey: "what time is it?"
simon: "seventeen."
casey: "still? wow simon time has stopped."
pleasure spiked with pain
that motherfucker's always spiked with pain.
that was a good twelve hours.
four until four.
fabbity fab.
hung out mostly with simon, andy willy lenny(one person), holly c and lianna.
we played some parlour games
and did some card tricks.
clarke hit lianna four times in the chest with a soccer ball.
simon and i basically emceed the block party.
i limboed a height that was lower than my hips and beat some small children, then did commentary.
i led the macarena
i did the mexican hat dance
i did the hokey pokey and i turned myself around.
i ran through water from a fire hose
and i spent seven hours barefoot (my feet hurt)
i roasted marshmallows and made s'mores
and bonded with small children.
katherine and i came home and i fed her juice and we talked, then she went back to her house.
and that was when the night got truly interesting.
i definately got five hours of sleep.
sound, satisfied sleep though.
i'm very alliterate.
oh. hah. another (sort of) pun.
christ fathers day rolls around and all of a sudden im making more puns than my old man
i think he will enjoy the shotgun and pipe i bought him.
andrew:"oh i get it...it's lianna because...she listened closely...i dont get it."
casey: "there go the knees, then the hips...ladies and gentlemen if you aren't watching this you should be...she's only going to make this if she's superhuman...which i suspect she is...how low CAN she go anyway?...everybody if the sky falls we know who's coming out of it alive...nobody's really listening to me are they? i should not be given a microphone...oh betty is...thanks betty."
casey: "hey simon what time is it?"
simon: "....seventeen."
casey: "no seriously."
simon: "seventeen thousand."
casey: "could you tell me...please?"
katherine: "oh i have some weed back at my house if you want to."
casey: "...katherine i said please, not blaze."
simon: "here i'll write you a check...i found these at my house."
katherine: *reads* "rupees? isn't that a date rape drug??"
simon: *dies laughing*
casey: "it's a currency, genius. simon probably has some really old travellers checks."
katherine: "oh how was i supposed to know?"
simon: *is still laughing* "thank you...thank you...."
katherine: "molested?"
casey: "no. i didn't say molested OR blaze, and rupees is not date rape. get your head out of the gutter"
casey: "what time is it?"
simon: "seventeen."
casey: "still? wow simon time has stopped."
pleasure spiked with pain
that motherfucker's always spiked with pain.