That's the bottom line
So carriage davie and the 5C gang had a party fri.. that was pretty solid, always a good time. My highlight of the night however, was short n sweet. So we there was your typical drunk slut just kinda cruisin around doin stupid drunk slut stuff like being obnoxious and grabbing beers out of ppls hands whom she had been talking to for maybe 4 sentences.. Then she grabbed mine for the third and final time. I put my arm around her..
"Now honey let me ask you something.. How long did ya spend gettin ready tonight, so ya look good?"
"OMG 2 hours !! ask erin.." You can't ask for better set ups than this.
"Well ya see this," as I pointed to my beer which was right in her face "this is the five hours I'm spending so you look good" her jaw dropped and hand immediately made it to my cheek. I don't think a slap has ever felt so good. I put her in her place haha.. I think she wanted to fight me or something lol. I definately didn't stick around to find out, i j/ ran inside and went back to fishing. Me and don were talking about this the other day.. it was one of our many intellectual / phillisophical conversations. Don finds it always a wonder how all these girls he met the night before remember his name or whatever. I pointed out that I don't think girls get all that drunk here or anywhere actually, and that it's either psychological or just kind of an act. Because they spend all their time getting ready and making themselves look good. I mean next time when you're pregaming, check out away messages.. while your about 5 or 6 deep playing madden in your sweat pants most the girls out there are powdering their noses up or whatever. So in essence your both doing the same thing. Girls from 7-9ish are getting ready aka making themselves look good, and we're drinking so they look even better. And when they go out... they're probably not gonna drink as much as guys (we're talking all proportional.. B.A.C. level) because they don't wanna get fat. Right or wrong? And let's just take a look at where all our money goes... I can speak first hand that 80% (should be 100) goes to alcohol , and maybe 20% to clothes n shit. Girls .. call me crazy but i'd say the majority of their money goes to clothes, make-up, hair shit, you name it. Have you ever been into victoria secret? I used to work right next to one.. and i stumbled in their out of boredom one day lol .. it was 20$ for a fuckin thong! Now I can't comprehend spending 20$ on a pair of boxers, man made the boxers the boxers never made the man i say. Even my magical silk ones.. fuck that.
I guess this is just how the world works... you girls do this to yourselves. I love hearing the caddy shit "OMG who doees she think she is with that gut.. and that nose.." nothing really pretaining to personality flaws. I love hearing that rhetoric actually. The more the merrier.. noone wants to be that girl.. so get to the gym!
Well if that doesn't promote a little dialogue i don't know what will.
So last night was the grafiti party.. if you recall I believe it was the #8 moment of 2002 .. it was the one where I punched some kid out of nowhere last year and bob did too that night. This year they did the party all wrong. They didn't let people in the basement after 10 or 11 .. which was where the dance scene was. And you can't do that. I mean why go through the trouble to have a black light up n everything. Instead of the dance thing they had a wet tshirt contest. Now that'd be super if this was the movies, but it's not hollywood it's storrs. And there were only 2 girls that went wild, they were pretty hot but whatever. I'd rather be dancing with hotter inside. And once again.. the glass ceiling thing.. like at strip clubs. Sure it's possible to hook up with them, but what are the odds those girls were not self obsorbed skanks who probably wouldn't be shit if they weren't surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes.. and I'm a tell ya something trent.. ya listenin? i'm not gonna be one of those assholes.
My personal highlight of the night was a bitter sweet one. This girl let me write on her ass. And this was one hell of an asset.. noone had written on these white pagama pants yet so I broke the seal. I wrote in big letters SEXWELL BY MAXWELL and I quickly found laurie who had a camera and she snaped a great pic of me and sturg on each side of a cheek with ear to ear smiles... omg that had to be a money shot. A few hours go by and I see laurie look a bit disgruntled.. turns out she got her camera stolen by a mob of black men?? I WAS FUCKIN BULLSHIT. I'm like "where are they !! where are they.??" I really wanted to climb that mountain right there right then.. she wouldn't tell me. I don't think she realized how much i wante that picture.. i mean this girls ass was great.. o jeeze. I woulda probably blown this picture to full poster size, n it'd probably replace the old "wanted sober or cocked" pic for the lj. ah well. that's the worse thing that happened to me this weekend so i guess it was a pretty damn good weekend huh? I got an 88 on the acounting exam, the one that everyone has hyped and told me was hard as hell... like i know a girl who got a 4.0 tell me she got a C in that class (the semester b4 the 4.0). So in the words of james mcclure.... FANTAAAAASTIC
"Now honey let me ask you something.. How long did ya spend gettin ready tonight, so ya look good?"
"OMG 2 hours !! ask erin.." You can't ask for better set ups than this.
"Well ya see this," as I pointed to my beer which was right in her face "this is the five hours I'm spending so you look good" her jaw dropped and hand immediately made it to my cheek. I don't think a slap has ever felt so good. I put her in her place haha.. I think she wanted to fight me or something lol. I definately didn't stick around to find out, i j/ ran inside and went back to fishing. Me and don were talking about this the other day.. it was one of our many intellectual / phillisophical conversations. Don finds it always a wonder how all these girls he met the night before remember his name or whatever. I pointed out that I don't think girls get all that drunk here or anywhere actually, and that it's either psychological or just kind of an act. Because they spend all their time getting ready and making themselves look good. I mean next time when you're pregaming, check out away messages.. while your about 5 or 6 deep playing madden in your sweat pants most the girls out there are powdering their noses up or whatever. So in essence your both doing the same thing. Girls from 7-9ish are getting ready aka making themselves look good, and we're drinking so they look even better. And when they go out... they're probably not gonna drink as much as guys (we're talking all proportional.. B.A.C. level) because they don't wanna get fat. Right or wrong? And let's just take a look at where all our money goes... I can speak first hand that 80% (should be 100) goes to alcohol , and maybe 20% to clothes n shit. Girls .. call me crazy but i'd say the majority of their money goes to clothes, make-up, hair shit, you name it. Have you ever been into victoria secret? I used to work right next to one.. and i stumbled in their out of boredom one day lol .. it was 20$ for a fuckin thong! Now I can't comprehend spending 20$ on a pair of boxers, man made the boxers the boxers never made the man i say. Even my magical silk ones.. fuck that.
I guess this is just how the world works... you girls do this to yourselves. I love hearing the caddy shit "OMG who doees she think she is with that gut.. and that nose.." nothing really pretaining to personality flaws. I love hearing that rhetoric actually. The more the merrier.. noone wants to be that girl.. so get to the gym!
Well if that doesn't promote a little dialogue i don't know what will.
So last night was the grafiti party.. if you recall I believe it was the #8 moment of 2002 .. it was the one where I punched some kid out of nowhere last year and bob did too that night. This year they did the party all wrong. They didn't let people in the basement after 10 or 11 .. which was where the dance scene was. And you can't do that. I mean why go through the trouble to have a black light up n everything. Instead of the dance thing they had a wet tshirt contest. Now that'd be super if this was the movies, but it's not hollywood it's storrs. And there were only 2 girls that went wild, they were pretty hot but whatever. I'd rather be dancing with hotter inside. And once again.. the glass ceiling thing.. like at strip clubs. Sure it's possible to hook up with them, but what are the odds those girls were not self obsorbed skanks who probably wouldn't be shit if they weren't surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes.. and I'm a tell ya something trent.. ya listenin? i'm not gonna be one of those assholes.
My personal highlight of the night was a bitter sweet one. This girl let me write on her ass. And this was one hell of an asset.. noone had written on these white pagama pants yet so I broke the seal. I wrote in big letters SEXWELL BY MAXWELL and I quickly found laurie who had a camera and she snaped a great pic of me and sturg on each side of a cheek with ear to ear smiles... omg that had to be a money shot. A few hours go by and I see laurie look a bit disgruntled.. turns out she got her camera stolen by a mob of black men?? I WAS FUCKIN BULLSHIT. I'm like "where are they !! where are they.??" I really wanted to climb that mountain right there right then.. she wouldn't tell me. I don't think she realized how much i wante that picture.. i mean this girls ass was great.. o jeeze. I woulda probably blown this picture to full poster size, n it'd probably replace the old "wanted sober or cocked" pic for the lj. ah well. that's the worse thing that happened to me this weekend so i guess it was a pretty damn good weekend huh? I got an 88 on the acounting exam, the one that everyone has hyped and told me was hard as hell... like i know a girl who got a 4.0 tell me she got a C in that class (the semester b4 the 4.0). So in the words of james mcclure.... FANTAAAAASTIC