Six Pence the Partier...
This weekend has been utter insanity. Its been filled with alcohol and crazy indie hipsters dancing around half naked. I, by no means am complaining. I mean the more chances I have to grab the balls of a boy wearing only american apparel undies and one sock, the happier I'll be. That is if Heather isn't running up to me and throwing me up against a wall and forcing me to drop an ignate ass bomb on her.
This weekend has been quite possibly the most unproductive weekend in known existence. I have done zero studying or homework. Four point here I come. I mean I've enlighten myself on the social habits of the drunk. This my amigos is the basis of any education that aims to earn a degree in anthropology. I for one have noticed a universal trend in the mating habit of any drunk. 1) Become naked, if only for a moment and longingly and seductively touch yourself as if you couldn't live without the person you're looking at across the room, who undoubtedly is at the snack bar eating a piece of cheese dressed in a big black cat suit in yellow heals staring in utter amazement at an air force officer sliding back and forth while singing every word to the oldies station. I am for sure patting my heart. 2) Everytime goldigger comes on one finds themselves rubbing up against a dude dressed as an ipod mini trying to get a date from some bloke with a cowboy hat that is licking his thumb and then sliding it down his jungle of a chest. You now to really entice the ladies.
Entonces, that was my halloween weekend. Fun filled and full of amazing memories. I'd like to thank Heather, Sarah, Julia, Jason, David, Alberta and hot underwear boy. Without you guys I would've been stuck reading my anthro book. Turbo koods.
Rikard
P.S. Heather and I found the cutest apartmo on Northrup! Fuckmo to Gosse Hollow Hell! We move out on 11/11/2005, who smells house warming party?
This weekend has been quite possibly the most unproductive weekend in known existence. I have done zero studying or homework. Four point here I come. I mean I've enlighten myself on the social habits of the drunk. This my amigos is the basis of any education that aims to earn a degree in anthropology. I for one have noticed a universal trend in the mating habit of any drunk. 1) Become naked, if only for a moment and longingly and seductively touch yourself as if you couldn't live without the person you're looking at across the room, who undoubtedly is at the snack bar eating a piece of cheese dressed in a big black cat suit in yellow heals staring in utter amazement at an air force officer sliding back and forth while singing every word to the oldies station. I am for sure patting my heart. 2) Everytime goldigger comes on one finds themselves rubbing up against a dude dressed as an ipod mini trying to get a date from some bloke with a cowboy hat that is licking his thumb and then sliding it down his jungle of a chest. You now to really entice the ladies.
Entonces, that was my halloween weekend. Fun filled and full of amazing memories. I'd like to thank Heather, Sarah, Julia, Jason, David, Alberta and hot underwear boy. Without you guys I would've been stuck reading my anthro book. Turbo koods.
Rikard
P.S. Heather and I found the cutest apartmo on Northrup! Fuckmo to Gosse Hollow Hell! We move out on 11/11/2005, who smells house warming party?