ok so there was much drinking and debauchery for a good part of yesterday involving the Tossed Salad crew. what better way to start off an afternoon of driinking than being used as cheap labour to clean a balcony that had seen better cleaning days. now he has no inside broom.
danielle also found out that apparently the flash on my camera causes her to spontaneously orgasm.
i found out that staring at her ass makes you fall off the sidewalk when it's decided after five or six beers that we need bread to go along with dinner and the three of us decide to walk to the store while chad hides his unfinished bottle in his jacket which he seems to not like to use the pickets of at all.
enter the the Foxx and a trip to Bill Copeland arena to hopefully find out if there's a beer garden at the burnaby express hockey game. here we turned into those loud assholes in the first row who arent even really paying attention to the game and end up getting just as much beer on us as in us. this was made even more clear when it was discovered that spring loaded chair + robyn + beer = calamity of humourous proportions.
also, arena hot dogs are fucking tasty. and some 9 year old girl decided to chide us because according to her "hey guys...it's not a buffet" as she tried to jump over our food.
so let's get the fuck outta there. let's go drink moresies. let's go to the Mountain Shadow. here we find our adventure added to as dario met us there for more random throwing of objects and quotings of comedy now specials.
thus far the tally on the night....7 beers, three white russians, a shot of sambuca, two lemon drop shots and a bazooka joe.
also, ladybugs form carniverous hunting packs that feed on human flesh, my shoes learned to fly from tall buildings, i can air guitar like a motherfucker, radio + metallica + patz in back of car = headbanging to the extreme, 16:9 shots of the 10.2megapixel variety cause jealousy, liquor and whores is an awesome song to have stuck in your head, consequently, liquor and whores is ALSO a good song to sing to a complete stranger exiting a pub who you have just sung happy birthday too after sucking helium out of a balloon, boobs are always entertaining, things like to fall off the side of chad's building a lot whether it's remotes, shoes or a sudden water fall that happens to look like it's watering a potted plant from 18 stories up. also, garbage chutes are way too small.
also, i start work at 9 in the am tomorrow. back to the world of paid persons for me.
oh, and, oudly speaking in french at a table where the ratio of italians outweighs you is a good way to have italian hand gestures thrown your way.
danielle also found out that apparently the flash on my camera causes her to spontaneously orgasm.
i found out that staring at her ass makes you fall off the sidewalk when it's decided after five or six beers that we need bread to go along with dinner and the three of us decide to walk to the store while chad hides his unfinished bottle in his jacket which he seems to not like to use the pickets of at all.
enter the the Foxx and a trip to Bill Copeland arena to hopefully find out if there's a beer garden at the burnaby express hockey game. here we turned into those loud assholes in the first row who arent even really paying attention to the game and end up getting just as much beer on us as in us. this was made even more clear when it was discovered that spring loaded chair + robyn + beer = calamity of humourous proportions.
also, arena hot dogs are fucking tasty. and some 9 year old girl decided to chide us because according to her "hey guys...it's not a buffet" as she tried to jump over our food.
so let's get the fuck outta there. let's go drink moresies. let's go to the Mountain Shadow. here we find our adventure added to as dario met us there for more random throwing of objects and quotings of comedy now specials.
thus far the tally on the night....7 beers, three white russians, a shot of sambuca, two lemon drop shots and a bazooka joe.
also, ladybugs form carniverous hunting packs that feed on human flesh, my shoes learned to fly from tall buildings, i can air guitar like a motherfucker, radio + metallica + patz in back of car = headbanging to the extreme, 16:9 shots of the 10.2megapixel variety cause jealousy, liquor and whores is an awesome song to have stuck in your head, consequently, liquor and whores is ALSO a good song to sing to a complete stranger exiting a pub who you have just sung happy birthday too after sucking helium out of a balloon, boobs are always entertaining, things like to fall off the side of chad's building a lot whether it's remotes, shoes or a sudden water fall that happens to look like it's watering a potted plant from 18 stories up. also, garbage chutes are way too small.
also, i start work at 9 in the am tomorrow. back to the world of paid persons for me.
oh, and, oudly speaking in french at a table where the ratio of italians outweighs you is a good way to have italian hand gestures thrown your way.
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