Fuck U2. Green Day should have won.
Just got back from a hellasweet weekend spent in Columbia @ MU. It started off Friday, when I went into work to get my paycheck and fucking CARROT TOP walks in the door (yeah, the real Carrot Top). He was in town for a show and looking for a "Vote for Pedro" t-shirt. Cool. So then me and Caro go to rehearsal for like 6 hours and eat a shit ton of pizza while watching ourselves on tape. Then I get out to my car and it's TP'D and stuff by Sam and Sean and crew. Los Bastardos! Sean even tried to call me with his "where are you and what are you doing" thing he does after we prank someone. Come on boy, I know your tricks! I was too tired for sweet, sweet revenge. So that was Friday.
Saturday I went to Columbia to stay with Meggo for a day. Megan, Mags, Derek Carr and I all went to a Pimps and Ho's party together and it was fucking fun as hell. I was surrounded by girls in thier underwear. How fucking awesome! Mags and Meggo were so damn hot, too. They did me proud. Meggo was wearing these knee high boots with a red lengerie slip, and Mags was wearing this little pink sweater and retro underwear with her hair in pigtails. Me and every other dude in the place were wearing blazers. After a few beers I went outside and had a little exchange that went something like this:
Some dude: (just getting there) "Aw, man, another guy with a blazer."
Me (in my blazer): "Yeah, everyone's wearing one in there."
Some dude: "Man, I thought I was being original."
No some dude, we all watch MTV. Derek's a cool kat, hope I hang out with him again. Among other things, Meggo and I ate at "Shakespeare's Pizza" and "The Berg(?)" and they were both awesome. We walked around campus and few times and, well, Meggo and I had a very, very good weekend.
Now I'm back home in KC, and because of the Grammy's, I can tell you for certain that U2 can sneeze bile and afterbirth from thier urethra's, call it an album, and it will win the praise of every dumbass on the face of the earth. But my weekend ruled so it's all good.
Saturday I went to Columbia to stay with Meggo for a day. Megan, Mags, Derek Carr and I all went to a Pimps and Ho's party together and it was fucking fun as hell. I was surrounded by girls in thier underwear. How fucking awesome! Mags and Meggo were so damn hot, too. They did me proud. Meggo was wearing these knee high boots with a red lengerie slip, and Mags was wearing this little pink sweater and retro underwear with her hair in pigtails. Me and every other dude in the place were wearing blazers. After a few beers I went outside and had a little exchange that went something like this:
Some dude: (just getting there) "Aw, man, another guy with a blazer."
Me (in my blazer): "Yeah, everyone's wearing one in there."
Some dude: "Man, I thought I was being original."
No some dude, we all watch MTV. Derek's a cool kat, hope I hang out with him again. Among other things, Meggo and I ate at "Shakespeare's Pizza" and "The Berg(?)" and they were both awesome. We walked around campus and few times and, well, Meggo and I had a very, very good weekend.
Now I'm back home in KC, and because of the Grammy's, I can tell you for certain that U2 can sneeze bile and afterbirth from thier urethra's, call it an album, and it will win the praise of every dumbass on the face of the earth. But my weekend ruled so it's all good.