yes, you heard correctly, not only am i a spartan, with a body chiseled out of granite, the mind of the most wise philosophers, but i also cook a mean steak.
but, as my 300 watching warm-up, the boys and i partook in some Dance Dance Revolution Extreme dance-off.
what this really means, is that i danced by myself and looked like a jackass in front of some asian kids.
it was ridiculous how talented i was though, spinning, jumping, flailing, all to dave and boone’s chagrin.
as for the asian kids, i was very VERY sure that they’d never seen anything like it; the visual spectacle made them jealous and envious that a white boy could have mastered their game so well, and on his first try.
looking back on it now, i feel a lot like Leonidas from the movie, and those kids are my peons, bowing at my feet.
none of that really happened, but moving on…
ps. what kinda nancy fairy boy king of the persians was that? he had more piercings than a prostitute, and painted on eyebrows, also like a prostitute.
i LOL’d when dave called him dhalsim, funny shit.
have you ever tried to not pick up any girls, but still had your fly undone?
according to boone, some girl checked out my junk and i looked her way and loudly said things that i was sure some little kid sitting beside us heard and will most likely repeat to his dad.
also, dave doesn’t know how to drink other people’s drinks.
who uses sprite as facewash, nose rinse, and a beard cleaner, son of a bitch thats who.
my drink tasted like a hookers ass, full of harsh chemicals and whale semen.
and THATS why i got a refill, you ass.
to top off my night, i got pulled over and received TWO tickets.
im pretty angry right now, so we’re not gonna talk about it.
but to stray from my other notes, this one wasn’t as random or ridiculous, and i actually wanna pose a question; when you’re at a stand-still, a cross-roads if you will, what do you do, when you aren’t sure what to do?
one last thought: you know how a lot of people say things like “EW, dont take pictures of me, im not photogenic”
well, it just hit me as to why they aren’t photogenic; its because they are repugnant and hideously ugly. damn trolls, they need to stay under the bridge.
holla back.