You'll soon be meeting the business end of this pencil if you dont shut up!
Woohah. Last nite was kinda cooky for me. First off, Im playing City of Heroes and the lil' group Im with are everything BUT empathies (healers). This isnt too bad because we were in Perez Park, sort of the "Giant's Hallway" of the game exept that you are EXPECTED to die in there 1 of 3 times. However, the 7 of us (Lord Bob, Zybrane, Cough, Curcuitry Blast, Azureal, Pronoun Man, and ConsumateVs) are literally cleaning house because the first three paralyzed the mods whilst the rest of us ran up and pummeled the fuck out of them. Amazingly, this went on for 3 hours and no one died or needed healing.
Then, doopedoo. I got drug along for bowling. This one guy, Forest, is equal to a drunken baseball dad except he wasnt drunk. He had to scream EVERY time someone got a strike or a spair or 7-10 split. Otherwize, it was a nice experience. The bowling ally here isnt occupied by fucking sewer urchin 14 yr olds and there isnt the blatently homoerotic karaoke contests that the Albia Lor Lon Ga Lanes has. It was like...real bowling for big kids.
Lets see...oh yes. After we got back, another crowd of people told me to go along and get food at Village Inn. About then, I swear the clock said midnight. But yeah. Village Inn. Fun as hell. Theres this girl named Allie whos FRICKING MICHELLE except she plays video games and listens to punk. However, this is not a prospect for me because loddy doddy everydamnbody is after her. She is also way too damn much like Michelle, except she wears EMO glasses and has facial piercings. But yeah, her and I are now working on a plot. More details on that later.
So after Village Inn, we return to the dorms (after my car got mooned by other party and gettin nearly pulled over for 55 in 35) and we watched Clockwork Orange. But then it was 4:54. Damn. That was the end of my night.
So how did your lil' Funny Bone skullduggery go? Hope it wasnt bull.
Then, doopedoo. I got drug along for bowling. This one guy, Forest, is equal to a drunken baseball dad except he wasnt drunk. He had to scream EVERY time someone got a strike or a spair or 7-10 split. Otherwize, it was a nice experience. The bowling ally here isnt occupied by fucking sewer urchin 14 yr olds and there isnt the blatently homoerotic karaoke contests that the Albia Lor Lon Ga Lanes has. It was like...real bowling for big kids.
Lets see...oh yes. After we got back, another crowd of people told me to go along and get food at Village Inn. About then, I swear the clock said midnight. But yeah. Village Inn. Fun as hell. Theres this girl named Allie whos FRICKING MICHELLE except she plays video games and listens to punk. However, this is not a prospect for me because loddy doddy everydamnbody is after her. She is also way too damn much like Michelle, except she wears EMO glasses and has facial piercings. But yeah, her and I are now working on a plot. More details on that later.
So after Village Inn, we return to the dorms (after my car got mooned by other party and gettin nearly pulled over for 55 in 35) and we watched Clockwork Orange. But then it was 4:54. Damn. That was the end of my night.
So how did your lil' Funny Bone skullduggery go? Hope it wasnt bull.
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