Sunday, oh Suuunnnnndaaaaaaaaay

I had an interesting weekend. I worked on Friday (which is normal), but my friend Hillbilly Jim (who is owner of the most anazingly disgusting beard) was at the function upstairs so afterwards, we hung out. He walked into the function room as people were dissappearing and says really loudly "WASSUP, FAGGOTS?!" then came racing down to tell me that not only were his cousins up there (whom he was addressing) but also the mother of the bride to be. And my bar manager didn't realise he was with them. And tried to kick him out of work. Which was funny. Then we decided to fuck off and go somewhere we could smoke AND drink beer, so we went to a bar and saw friends. Then the fun came. We walked to a friend's house after she had just taken a boy home, knocked on her door incessantly, then went and sat on her bed while her and random boy were naked. Unfazed, she packed the bong and we got so high. Random boy was cool though, he just went to sleep and said he'd see us in the morning. Which he didn't.

I was talking to the new British boy at work last night about stupid things we've done while drunk, coz he's certain I'm always getting hurt (like the time I cracked my face open, or the time I nearly broke my ankle, or the time I got punched in the ear...) and he showed me a scar on his arm and made me guess how he got it. Anyone else wanna guess??

Go on.

Just guess.

It's pretty awesome.

He was in a knife fight.

I had to restrain myself from asking why he wasn't already boning me.



And then I realised I'm full of class, and went to bed. Alone. And cleaned a restaurant today. While talking about my love of Snoop and Wu Tang Clan.

I. Am. The. Coolest. and most interesting blogger. Ever.