Friday, April 3, 2009

Gem of the night

Well to be honest, there were a few.

"Bug bombs don't kill dust."
"Why not?"
"Coz dust isn't a bug!"
(this was before the blazing of the universe. Or atleast day)

"I do love you, but you're a whore. If you weren't you, you'd have no friends."

And then we started naming kids books after people in the room.

"The very dirty Rochelle.
In a very dirty city, in a very dirty house, lived a very dirty Rochelle. She had a very dirty job in a very dirty place... (and then I said it looked like my friend's jacket had tassles and the conversation moved."

I can't remember the rest, but my favourite was (to a friend who, for serious, has tourettes and yells "HULA-HOOP" and "HOOPENHAGEN". Like, actually.

"Tourette's be friends"

We LOLed. We may have even ROFL'd. It was a shit fest of laughter. And then a flatmate walked in and we all burst out laughing coz she'd just had sex and was trying to deny it. As we left, we yelled "FELLATIOOOOOOOO. J** GIVES HEA. FELLATIOOOOOOOO."

It's coz we're real cool.

My stairs are doom.
Interesting fact: No matter how blackout drunk I am, I can walk up the 2 large and 2 mini sets of stairs, get into my house, and get undressed to land in my bed without injury.

As I may have said, reeeeealllll cooooooooooool.

xx

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