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Dan's Words of Wisdom:
If you squeeze the tip of your nose together (depending on your nose, it should feel a bit wider because of that whole wacky cartilage thing) you'll be able to sense smells better and even breathe through your nose easier!So, this is a long awaited update. I must speak my mind though, I'm only updating because I'm making a little girl cry by not updating. It was fun for awhile, but after the 3rd bucket of tears was dumped into the sink, I decided to end her suffering.
The purpose of this post is for a story about the birthday party of Michelle Fernandez at the Pawn Shop. However, because of my lethargy (and partly due to my lack of memories from the evening, which I'm sure was a very fine evening), I will post a brief pictoral summary rather than said little girls requested novel. Note: Some pictures may contain dramatization.
The night starts off with us meeting at Tico's house. We're all doing great, especially me, I feel like a bull just introduced into a farm full of cows! Please excuse the chainsaw in my pocket though, I had just arrived at his house from Lumberjack Classes. (Starting from left, Jorge, Me, Tico, Lourdes [the one with the boobs~])
After a short (read: trip full of U-Turns and "Are we there yet?"'s) drive down to the club, we're finally there! Eddy followed us, and some girl too, however, I have since forgotten her name. Please excuse me if you're reading this. We entered the club through a vending machine. I felt like a spy. At the club, we partied hardy inside of a school bus. There were no smelly seats that lacked seat belts on the inside (okay, maybe a bit smelly), but rather liquor and a waitress with lovely fake breasts. Jorge became very intoxicated, the fucking lush. I was as sober as a bee.
On the car ride home, Jorge and I discussed Spanish politics along with the proper way to lubricate a boars penis. Where he's from, this is a sign of a strong friendship. However, I would rather avoid the type of friendships that involve lubricating boar penii.
Upon return to Tico's house, Jorge became very well acquainted with the toilet for roughly two hours. Then became even more acquainted with the toilet in Tico's bathroom for another hour. I became best friends with the couch instead. That night, I dreamt about flying emus tearing Eddy's flesh straight off his bones.
So there you have it Lourdes, hope you're happy. (Actually, I hope you're not, but I'm just thinking that and am not supposed to say it to you because of that whole "common courtesy" thing.)
And finally, what everyone has really been waiting for.... Babe of the Entry! Todays babe is, Jennifer Love Hewitt!
If you squeeze the tip of your nose together (depending on your nose, it should feel a bit wider because of that whole wacky cartilage thing) you'll be able to sense smells better and even breathe through your nose easier!So, this is a long awaited update. I must speak my mind though, I'm only updating because I'm making a little girl cry by not updating. It was fun for awhile, but after the 3rd bucket of tears was dumped into the sink, I decided to end her suffering.
The purpose of this post is for a story about the birthday party of Michelle Fernandez at the Pawn Shop. However, because of my lethargy (and partly due to my lack of memories from the evening, which I'm sure was a very fine evening), I will post a brief pictoral summary rather than said little girls requested novel. Note: Some pictures may contain dramatization.
The night starts off with us meeting at Tico's house. We're all doing great, especially me, I feel like a bull just introduced into a farm full of cows! Please excuse the chainsaw in my pocket though, I had just arrived at his house from Lumberjack Classes. (Starting from left, Jorge, Me, Tico, Lourdes [the one with the boobs~])
After a short (read: trip full of U-Turns and "Are we there yet?"'s) drive down to the club, we're finally there! Eddy followed us, and some girl too, however, I have since forgotten her name. Please excuse me if you're reading this. We entered the club through a vending machine. I felt like a spy. At the club, we partied hardy inside of a school bus. There were no smelly seats that lacked seat belts on the inside (okay, maybe a bit smelly), but rather liquor and a waitress with lovely fake breasts. Jorge became very intoxicated, the fucking lush. I was as sober as a bee.
On the car ride home, Jorge and I discussed Spanish politics along with the proper way to lubricate a boars penis. Where he's from, this is a sign of a strong friendship. However, I would rather avoid the type of friendships that involve lubricating boar penii.
Upon return to Tico's house, Jorge became very well acquainted with the toilet for roughly two hours. Then became even more acquainted with the toilet in Tico's bathroom for another hour. I became best friends with the couch instead. That night, I dreamt about flying emus tearing Eddy's flesh straight off his bones.
So there you have it Lourdes, hope you're happy. (Actually, I hope you're not, but I'm just thinking that and am not supposed to say it to you because of that whole "common courtesy" thing.)
And finally, what everyone has really been waiting for.... Babe of the Entry! Todays babe is, Jennifer Love Hewitt!