Crazy weekend
Yes, Friday nights and Saturday nights were pretty crazy. All I'm saying is that on Friday I played my first game of Goon of Fortune and, oh boy.
Take my advice: don't ever play that game.
But Sam was hilarious on Friday night. He threw up in the garden, and then passed out there, so we threw a blanket on him to sleep there. He was too cold, so Andrew and Glenn carried him inside, up the stairs, and he went to sleep there - not remembering exactly how he got there. But occasionally he did need to throw up, so we made him go to the balcony and throw up over the balcony, onto the ground. I laughed so hard.
A great thing about that night was that Sam and I found some other guys that were just as, if not more racist than we are. It was so damn funny, for the entire night; poking fun at minority groups and hatching plans for taking over the world, and then destroying Germany/Russia/Poland/China/Belgium/Bosnia/Croatia/Black people.
But the funniest thing at Christine's was Dobby picking Sam's black-heads. She was kinda sitting on top of him, screaming for joy: "Yes! I got one!" and Sam was just groaning in pain. He was too drunk to remember the pain, but the next morning, when he was sober, she did it to him again, for at least a half hour, or maybe even longer. He would've been in so much pain, but he said he enjoys it, because it makes him angrier as a person.
Yes, my friend is a masochist. I can imagine him wearing a gimp mask and with a black leather thong and chains all around him.
Take my advice: don't ever play that game.
But Sam was hilarious on Friday night. He threw up in the garden, and then passed out there, so we threw a blanket on him to sleep there. He was too cold, so Andrew and Glenn carried him inside, up the stairs, and he went to sleep there - not remembering exactly how he got there. But occasionally he did need to throw up, so we made him go to the balcony and throw up over the balcony, onto the ground. I laughed so hard.
A great thing about that night was that Sam and I found some other guys that were just as, if not more racist than we are. It was so damn funny, for the entire night; poking fun at minority groups and hatching plans for taking over the world, and then destroying Germany/Russia/Poland/China/Belgium/Bosnia/Croatia/Black people.
But the funniest thing at Christine's was Dobby picking Sam's black-heads. She was kinda sitting on top of him, screaming for joy: "Yes! I got one!" and Sam was just groaning in pain. He was too drunk to remember the pain, but the next morning, when he was sober, she did it to him again, for at least a half hour, or maybe even longer. He would've been in so much pain, but he said he enjoys it, because it makes him angrier as a person.
Yes, my friend is a masochist. I can imagine him wearing a gimp mask and with a black leather thong and chains all around him.