Shhh! Ugoff Needs Silence
I have a date Thursday - a date with five guys, two strippers, a zoo and the bar. This is sounding like a really bad reality tv show that'd air on the WB every Wednesday night next season. But it's not, sadly it's my life.
The original plan was for Tom and I to go to the aquarium since we didn't get much time last week to see everything. We were sitting on the porch discussing it when his friend Roger just cracked up laughing for no reason. We both stared blankly at him until he choked out that we should "get really, really baked, go to the zoo, then go to the strip club. It's the perfect day."
Soon it evolved into an elaborate event involving everyone's roommates and I was suckered into calling up some strippers and convince them to go with us. So an otherwise wholesome establishment is being invaded by my less than morally upstanding friends for our own personal bemusement. And funnel cakes.
This is one date the camera's definitely coming on.
I had a whole bunch of stuff to say, but of course since I didn't write any of it down last night when I was actually thinking, it'll now be pushed to the back recesses of my mind for me to blurt out in my sleep later. I'd been sleeping alone for so long I forgot I talk in my sleep - "Don't put peanut butter in the refrigerator!" was the best from last night.
I'm crazy.
The original plan was for Tom and I to go to the aquarium since we didn't get much time last week to see everything. We were sitting on the porch discussing it when his friend Roger just cracked up laughing for no reason. We both stared blankly at him until he choked out that we should "get really, really baked, go to the zoo, then go to the strip club. It's the perfect day."
Soon it evolved into an elaborate event involving everyone's roommates and I was suckered into calling up some strippers and convince them to go with us. So an otherwise wholesome establishment is being invaded by my less than morally upstanding friends for our own personal bemusement. And funnel cakes.
This is one date the camera's definitely coming on.
I had a whole bunch of stuff to say, but of course since I didn't write any of it down last night when I was actually thinking, it'll now be pushed to the back recesses of my mind for me to blurt out in my sleep later. I'd been sleeping alone for so long I forgot I talk in my sleep - "Don't put peanut butter in the refrigerator!" was the best from last night.
I'm crazy.