Girls just Wanna Have Fuh-uhn!
Well, it seems that girls DO just wanna have fun. So, today Mallary and I were bored so we had a great idea! We thought we'd pay Justin a visit. Since our previous excursions to his house had been unsuccessful, we had to take this one very seriously...So naturally we decided to buy him a Kwanzaa present. We purchased him a Sobe Energy drink, a bag of swedish fish candy, and a moon pie. A chocolate moon pie. With the help of the Gas station mini mart checkout boy, we sealed the bag tightly with a stapler. Then We doodled wishes of a grand (or gay) Kwanzaa on the package, slapped some ribbon on it, and headed for Justin's house.
Of course, once we got there, our "great idea" seemed more like a sadistic stalking than a friendly calling, but we proceeded. In his driveway, we decided we ought to call. I have a phone book in my car (for stalking purposes, naturally) so we looked him up and I dialed his number and threw the phone at Mallary. She threw it back at me and we hurled the phone at each other until Mal agreed to do the talking. His mother laughed, and we assumed that she could see us IN HIS DRIVEWAY and gave the phone to Justin. I'm sure she thinks that her son has so school-girl esque admirers.
"Come Outside. We are in your driveway." Is all that Mallary said, before hanging up. We saw Justin in the window waving at us, and we cracked up thoroughly before waving him down. He took so darn long, we figured that he wasn't coming, but when he finally appeared at the door we figured he must have had to put pants on or something. But he eventually came down, and we all had a grand laugh, took some picture, and Justin wore a flowing purple ballgown, adorned with beautiful beading, hot pink trimming and accompanied by 3 inch stiletto heels.... Wait, he didn't.
Anyway, we appreciate Justin playing into our shennanigans, and we hope that he wasn't TOO frightened. Of course, he's used to it by now. This is a picture of the three of us. You can tell that he's very inspired by/ashamed of us. I took pictures of the gift giving process, so I'll update you with those when I get them developed. Justin, if you red this, be sure to respond. AND MAKE A LIVE JOURNAL OF YOUR OWN.
That's all they really waaaant! To have fuuuuuun!
Of course, once we got there, our "great idea" seemed more like a sadistic stalking than a friendly calling, but we proceeded. In his driveway, we decided we ought to call. I have a phone book in my car (for stalking purposes, naturally) so we looked him up and I dialed his number and threw the phone at Mallary. She threw it back at me and we hurled the phone at each other until Mal agreed to do the talking. His mother laughed, and we assumed that she could see us IN HIS DRIVEWAY and gave the phone to Justin. I'm sure she thinks that her son has so school-girl esque admirers.
"Come Outside. We are in your driveway." Is all that Mallary said, before hanging up. We saw Justin in the window waving at us, and we cracked up thoroughly before waving him down. He took so darn long, we figured that he wasn't coming, but when he finally appeared at the door we figured he must have had to put pants on or something. But he eventually came down, and we all had a grand laugh, took some picture, and Justin wore a flowing purple ballgown, adorned with beautiful beading, hot pink trimming and accompanied by 3 inch stiletto heels.... Wait, he didn't.
Anyway, we appreciate Justin playing into our shennanigans, and we hope that he wasn't TOO frightened. Of course, he's used to it by now. This is a picture of the three of us. You can tell that he's very inspired by/ashamed of us. I took pictures of the gift giving process, so I'll update you with those when I get them developed. Justin, if you red this, be sure to respond. AND MAKE A LIVE JOURNAL OF YOUR OWN.
That's all they really waaaant! To have fuuuuuun!