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This particular Sunday morning when i woke up, i had no good or bad memories about the night before. Saturday night are always packed with stupid antics that Krystal and I pull, ridiculous things we say that we would blame on the alcohol, and embarrassing moments that we will tease each other about for months. But it was a little different this time. We drank our usual amount of liquor but there was something wrong with the crowd at our most favorite spot....it was boring.
Both floors were packed, so it wasn’t a lack of people that was the problem. It might have been the fact that the bottom floor was filled with chain & leather, make up wearing Satan worshipers who still listened to Korn and Marilyn Manson. For people who are supposed to be part of societies ‘dark’ side of life, they were real pussies and were freaked out by whatever was said to them. Back to drinking more alcohol we go.
Sitting outside, there was no one to mingle with because everyone looked sober and uninterested in conversations, especially in their social groups. These damn Satan worshippers.... We kept to our corner while we smoked. Finally some cute Jaggermeister girls started to unload their stuff next to us. Naturally we ask for free stuff, and we get a hat that will probably never be worn ever again, despite how many washes it gets. We left pretty quickly after we have finally had enough, and decided to walk for a bit before we got into a cab back to Rexdale. Krystal stops to pee and stumbles a little. Having nothing else to whip with, we found some good use for the hat.
It almost reminded me of a time where a girl invited us to her house party and decided to talk shit about my nearest and dearest. In the bathroom as we were angrily discussing her calling Krystal a slut, i came up with the genius idea to urinate into her face cream (being half empty i naturally assume it was used daily). After we were both done we whipped with separate ends of her bath towel and shook up the cream to hide the evidence. we leave the bathroom trying to disguise ourselves with what we did. Saying goodbye to her was excellent knowing that when she was hung over the next day, she would be rubbing piss into her oily skin.
We weren’t going to just leave it there for some bum to sell it off, we decided to make people dirty with them having no knowledge about what was going on and why we had to document them wearing our hats with our cameras. No one questioned once as to what behind our evil smirks and giggles... After many attempts to find people at 4 in the morning on Bloor street, we collected about 18 pictures.
16 poor souls and 2 cops that have had urine rubbed in their hair.
Ladies and gentlemen, this was the most entertaining part of my weekend.
Both floors were packed, so it wasn’t a lack of people that was the problem. It might have been the fact that the bottom floor was filled with chain & leather, make up wearing Satan worshipers who still listened to Korn and Marilyn Manson. For people who are supposed to be part of societies ‘dark’ side of life, they were real pussies and were freaked out by whatever was said to them. Back to drinking more alcohol we go.
Sitting outside, there was no one to mingle with because everyone looked sober and uninterested in conversations, especially in their social groups. These damn Satan worshippers.... We kept to our corner while we smoked. Finally some cute Jaggermeister girls started to unload their stuff next to us. Naturally we ask for free stuff, and we get a hat that will probably never be worn ever again, despite how many washes it gets. We left pretty quickly after we have finally had enough, and decided to walk for a bit before we got into a cab back to Rexdale. Krystal stops to pee and stumbles a little. Having nothing else to whip with, we found some good use for the hat.
It almost reminded me of a time where a girl invited us to her house party and decided to talk shit about my nearest and dearest. In the bathroom as we were angrily discussing her calling Krystal a slut, i came up with the genius idea to urinate into her face cream (being half empty i naturally assume it was used daily). After we were both done we whipped with separate ends of her bath towel and shook up the cream to hide the evidence. we leave the bathroom trying to disguise ourselves with what we did. Saying goodbye to her was excellent knowing that when she was hung over the next day, she would be rubbing piss into her oily skin.
We weren’t going to just leave it there for some bum to sell it off, we decided to make people dirty with them having no knowledge about what was going on and why we had to document them wearing our hats with our cameras. No one questioned once as to what behind our evil smirks and giggles... After many attempts to find people at 4 in the morning on Bloor street, we collected about 18 pictures.
16 poor souls and 2 cops that have had urine rubbed in their hair.
Ladies and gentlemen, this was the most entertaining part of my weekend.