First of all, I would like to report that sleeping on a waterbed with another person while drunk is fucking awful.
Anyway, yesterday I woke up from my waterbed experience, fixed my car (the spark plugs were shot so the engine wasn't firing properly) and went to a barbeque with the crew. It was the most fun I've had in a while. I blame the tequila, which tends to make al of us ridiculously violent. Needless to say, the night ended in a huge brawl. It was fucking awesome. I have so many bruises.
A few years ago our friend Takashi, who is Japanese, got so drunk that he forgot how to speak english. Last night he did it again. It was awesome. All he could say (I shit you not) was "I speak engrish!"
And there is nothing better than discussing music and literature and then Ayn Rand (who never wrote anything that can be remotely called literature) at 6pm and already being drunk. I had to put forth my evolutionary refute to objectivism to win the argument, and I think I actually converted the kid (who isn't that big into Rand, he just agrees with her ideas of race.)
Vladdic put his fist through a windowpane. Or, rather, a piece of art made from an old window. Now he is bleeding. I am amused
The best part of my night was also the worst; three girls held me down on a bed and sang about how awesome I am. Unfortunately, then they decided to start tickling and pinching me. And I'm bound by my southern gentleman's code of honor not to start hitting girls in the face. At least usually. Anyway, I couldn't escape, and it was pretty horrible/ awesome.
You know, I just realized that I couldn't make this kind of shit up if I tried. I love my friends.
I think I might be developing a little crush on one of my good girl friends, and that sucks. Last night I stumbled to bed to find her reading herself to sleep, drunk as hell. Is it odd that things like that are what cause me to be attracted to people?
Anyway, yesterday I woke up from my waterbed experience, fixed my car (the spark plugs were shot so the engine wasn't firing properly) and went to a barbeque with the crew. It was the most fun I've had in a while. I blame the tequila, which tends to make al of us ridiculously violent. Needless to say, the night ended in a huge brawl. It was fucking awesome. I have so many bruises.
A few years ago our friend Takashi, who is Japanese, got so drunk that he forgot how to speak english. Last night he did it again. It was awesome. All he could say (I shit you not) was "I speak engrish!"
And there is nothing better than discussing music and literature and then Ayn Rand (who never wrote anything that can be remotely called literature) at 6pm and already being drunk. I had to put forth my evolutionary refute to objectivism to win the argument, and I think I actually converted the kid (who isn't that big into Rand, he just agrees with her ideas of race.)
Vladdic put his fist through a windowpane. Or, rather, a piece of art made from an old window. Now he is bleeding. I am amused
The best part of my night was also the worst; three girls held me down on a bed and sang about how awesome I am. Unfortunately, then they decided to start tickling and pinching me. And I'm bound by my southern gentleman's code of honor not to start hitting girls in the face. At least usually. Anyway, I couldn't escape, and it was pretty horrible/ awesome.
You know, I just realized that I couldn't make this kind of shit up if I tried. I love my friends.
I think I might be developing a little crush on one of my good girl friends, and that sucks. Last night I stumbled to bed to find her reading herself to sleep, drunk as hell. Is it odd that things like that are what cause me to be attracted to people?
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If I had a friend named Takashi I'd never be able to stop talking to him about time machines..