san luis obispo.
so ive decided that as chill as the parties were in SLO this weekend, the statement, "aint no party like a canyon party.." still stands true. however, the SLO parties were pretty fucking chill....alright. really fucking chill.
Thank you momma laurel for showing us the ins and outs of SLO (or a few of them anyways) even under your state of delirium and hung-over-ness. it was pleasant, shit got just crazy enough, and the boys were cute. thats all i couldve really asked for. speaking of SLO boys.... ive noticed that everyone was just so much nicer, friendlier, and waaaay more blatantly down to get down than ever before. maybe its SLO, maybe its just college boys in general. i guess everyones just out to get some.
so anyways... with the experiences during our travels, we've come up with a list of rules when in SLO, or rather...just in life.
rule#1- dont be a party foul.
rule#2- when offered FREE things out of an iced bong, you TAKE IT. (.....rachel v....)
rule#3- do not grab my vagina when i dance.
rule#4- do not pretend you know the lakers when you dont.
rule#5- dont ask for kisses
rule#6- when i say cheers, you say EYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
rule#7- southern california is the ONLY california.
rule#8- follow strangers down creeks in the forest at night becuase it will lead to: free brownies, blankets, hookah, pizza, chips, beer, tv, music, ice for your cramping foot and certified SLO tour guides.
rule#9- everything is to be blamed on rachel v's long legs.
rule#10- skeezass boys are responsible for giving young, eligible girls a ride home at 2 am. no questions/favors asked.
a special thanks to laurel for her hospitality and "gaggle" of connections. rachel v for being monkeyass and having long legs causing her to sleep for hours, throw up, and eat alot. to the boys who unlocked doors when keys were forgotten. to the boys in the frats who took all that time decorating the parties. to the cute boys who fetched drinks. and to the fat whores in the unmatching lingerie.
Thank you momma laurel for showing us the ins and outs of SLO (or a few of them anyways) even under your state of delirium and hung-over-ness. it was pleasant, shit got just crazy enough, and the boys were cute. thats all i couldve really asked for. speaking of SLO boys.... ive noticed that everyone was just so much nicer, friendlier, and waaaay more blatantly down to get down than ever before. maybe its SLO, maybe its just college boys in general. i guess everyones just out to get some.
so anyways... with the experiences during our travels, we've come up with a list of rules when in SLO, or rather...just in life.
rule#1- dont be a party foul.
rule#2- when offered FREE things out of an iced bong, you TAKE IT. (.....rachel v....)
rule#3- do not grab my vagina when i dance.
rule#4- do not pretend you know the lakers when you dont.
rule#5- dont ask for kisses
rule#6- when i say cheers, you say EYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
rule#7- southern california is the ONLY california.
rule#8- follow strangers down creeks in the forest at night becuase it will lead to: free brownies, blankets, hookah, pizza, chips, beer, tv, music, ice for your cramping foot and certified SLO tour guides.
rule#9- everything is to be blamed on rachel v's long legs.
rule#10- skeezass boys are responsible for giving young, eligible girls a ride home at 2 am. no questions/favors asked.
a special thanks to laurel for her hospitality and "gaggle" of connections. rachel v for being monkeyass and having long legs causing her to sleep for hours, throw up, and eat alot. to the boys who unlocked doors when keys were forgotten. to the boys in the frats who took all that time decorating the parties. to the cute boys who fetched drinks. and to the fat whores in the unmatching lingerie.