Unproductive
Why must viruses attack your body? I've been sick for almost a week now and it's really starting to piss me off. I've got to stop making out with all those high school chicks.
Well yesterday was V-day and you know what that means, time for me to rant and rave about how stupid of a holiday it is. I would have ranted and raved yesterday, but I had so many damn ladies callin' me that I didn't have time. And by ladies I mean I watched too much porn on the internet. I had a lovely V-day. The evening started off with an exquisite box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese, followed up by the viewing of Men's curling on CNBC, and finished off with me softly weeping as I lulled myself to sleep.
In all seriousness now, I actually did have a member of the opposite sex call me that wasn't
a. my mom
b. my grandma
c. a "friend"
d. a hooker
e. a high school student
f. Fig (I just zinged Fig and he doesn't even know it, I'll yell at him to let him read this)
I will not reveal this "said" females name quite yet. Let the suspense begin. I did tell her about my "blog" and immediately was called a dork (especially when I said it was about the article of the greatest Nintendo games of all time). Why can't girls just love my passion for Techmo Super Bowl or RBI Baseball.
Oh before I forget, I need to say a few things about last weekend. Here's the shortened version.
- Neil + Mike= drank 1/5 of Capn' Morgan in 13 minutes
- Half 1/5 of Capn' + 13 minutes= Drunky McGillicudy
- Drunky McGillicudy + beer pong/flippy cup= Drunky suggesting Strip Flippy Cup sometime that night
- Drunky McGillicudy + even more alcohol= also suggesting Strip Twister (but I insisted it would only be the girls doing this, they did not agree with the game)
Results of the next day
- Very confused and hungover
- Akward luncheon with some random people (although my ancient Chinese secret joke made it all worth it)
- Watching women's olympic hockey. I don't even watch Men's, this is how unstable I was
- Recovering from the hangover minutes before having to leave to chaperone a V-day dance
Bring on the 3 day weekend
Well yesterday was V-day and you know what that means, time for me to rant and rave about how stupid of a holiday it is. I would have ranted and raved yesterday, but I had so many damn ladies callin' me that I didn't have time. And by ladies I mean I watched too much porn on the internet. I had a lovely V-day. The evening started off with an exquisite box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese, followed up by the viewing of Men's curling on CNBC, and finished off with me softly weeping as I lulled myself to sleep.
In all seriousness now, I actually did have a member of the opposite sex call me that wasn't
a. my mom
b. my grandma
c. a "friend"
d. a hooker
e. a high school student
f. Fig (I just zinged Fig and he doesn't even know it, I'll yell at him to let him read this)
I will not reveal this "said" females name quite yet. Let the suspense begin. I did tell her about my "blog" and immediately was called a dork (especially when I said it was about the article of the greatest Nintendo games of all time). Why can't girls just love my passion for Techmo Super Bowl or RBI Baseball.
Oh before I forget, I need to say a few things about last weekend. Here's the shortened version.
- Neil + Mike= drank 1/5 of Capn' Morgan in 13 minutes
- Half 1/5 of Capn' + 13 minutes= Drunky McGillicudy
- Drunky McGillicudy + beer pong/flippy cup= Drunky suggesting Strip Flippy Cup sometime that night
- Drunky McGillicudy + even more alcohol= also suggesting Strip Twister (but I insisted it would only be the girls doing this, they did not agree with the game)
Results of the next day
- Very confused and hungover
- Akward luncheon with some random people (although my ancient Chinese secret joke made it all worth it)
- Watching women's olympic hockey. I don't even watch Men's, this is how unstable I was
- Recovering from the hangover minutes before having to leave to chaperone a V-day dance
Bring on the 3 day weekend