Puppy Farts and Sorrow
Ok, so last night was about the best night I've had in many a long week month year.
About 7-ish or there abouts I gets me a call from
Stu. Reminding me of a party that I had been invited to a few weeks ago at the last WWJ concert. The theme of the party was Naghty Proffesor/Dirty Schoolgirl. So I threw on my kilt (the plaid one) and found a jacket that my dad has that I can actually fit into. Had the nice little leather patches on the elbows and all. So as I'm sitting there getting ready for the festivities that ngiht, I'm thinking of what else I can do for the costume, when I get the eureka moment, I run inside and find an empty toilet paper roll and stick it up my kilt. Yippee!!
Spent most of the night then at the party wandering between downstairs where the beer was, and outside were the smoking was, and the bathroom were the toilet was. Chatting with various cute girls, bumming out most of my smokes, fun times. Then about 2am the band finishes up and we start cleaning up, turns out though that one of the party goers had decided that the bathroom was insufficiently covered in Vomit, being the pro-active thinker that he was he decided to fix this grevious problem (at least as he saw it). Then he passed out in an empty bed.
Well there's this guy passed out, can anyone really blame us for fucking with him? Seriously. Actually the title of this post comes from that adventure.
I'm fairly certain that
Amy, once she sobers up enough to remember, will be posting the multitude of pictures that she and Tracey took. I'll link to it when she actually does the postings.
About 7-ish or there abouts I gets me a call from
Stu. Reminding me of a party that I had been invited to a few weeks ago at the last WWJ concert. The theme of the party was Naghty Proffesor/Dirty Schoolgirl. So I threw on my kilt (the plaid one) and found a jacket that my dad has that I can actually fit into. Had the nice little leather patches on the elbows and all. So as I'm sitting there getting ready for the festivities that ngiht, I'm thinking of what else I can do for the costume, when I get the eureka moment, I run inside and find an empty toilet paper roll and stick it up my kilt. Yippee!!
Spent most of the night then at the party wandering between downstairs where the beer was, and outside were the smoking was, and the bathroom were the toilet was. Chatting with various cute girls, bumming out most of my smokes, fun times. Then about 2am the band finishes up and we start cleaning up, turns out though that one of the party goers had decided that the bathroom was insufficiently covered in Vomit, being the pro-active thinker that he was he decided to fix this grevious problem (at least as he saw it). Then he passed out in an empty bed.
Well there's this guy passed out, can anyone really blame us for fucking with him? Seriously. Actually the title of this post comes from that adventure.
I'm fairly certain that
Amy, once she sobers up enough to remember, will be posting the multitude of pictures that she and Tracey took. I'll link to it when she actually does the postings.