You can sleep in my doona Thao! *flutter*flutter*
Oh bugger
Oh misunderstanding and drunken minds. Oh confusion and gestures. Oh bugger.
I went out last night to a place called "Comfortable chair". It had a lot of chairs, but not all of them were comfortable :( Or rather, using my superior gut feeling, I managed to pick the worst chair in the estalishment. We sang the praises of Coopers sparkling ale (it was on tap too), while Flyboy and Fista were announcing their intentions for the brunette sitting next to a police officer. The words her boyfriend isn't here gotta them properly riled up. There was ribbing of the Thao and his almost tryst(is tryst the proper word?my brain is farting) with a certain someone (attached no less). The inevitable back slapping that men give each other when matters of testosterone pop up. Or more specifically, our beastial manly roar at last weeks almost fight, when we were about to pewpewpew(laser sounds) gatecrashers with our bottles. Becc and Fista were born to be in photos...together. The cumulative sexy points reachs the high billions. Billion trillion. Mel professed her love for the Jordo. One point that's needed to be stressed, nay bolded:
Silent submarine sex should be used more. The final meaning rests at - Someone who has sexual relations in the same room while 3rd parties abound.
(Fista's silent submarine sex sound is abysmal)
Oh, we had a giant man discussion about girls, breast sizes, cars and bottleings in a room with brick walls that might or might not have been soundproof. I really hope the people in the house did not hear what was said there harr harr harr. Fista made the worst alcoholic drink ever.
Flyboy's job is: Car, DVD's
Fista's is: YOU SAID YOU HAD COMMANDO2! But it will be predator
My job: DVD player and antenna. We have a problem though. That TV is ancient. No AV connections for the DVD player :(
Hmm. this post has roots in confusion. Maybe I should have put it in dot point form?
Oh misunderstanding and drunken minds. Oh confusion and gestures. Oh bugger.
I went out last night to a place called "Comfortable chair". It had a lot of chairs, but not all of them were comfortable :( Or rather, using my superior gut feeling, I managed to pick the worst chair in the estalishment. We sang the praises of Coopers sparkling ale (it was on tap too), while Flyboy and Fista were announcing their intentions for the brunette sitting next to a police officer. The words her boyfriend isn't here gotta them properly riled up. There was ribbing of the Thao and his almost tryst(is tryst the proper word?my brain is farting) with a certain someone (attached no less). The inevitable back slapping that men give each other when matters of testosterone pop up. Or more specifically, our beastial manly roar at last weeks almost fight, when we were about to pewpewpew(laser sounds) gatecrashers with our bottles. Becc and Fista were born to be in photos...together. The cumulative sexy points reachs the high billions. Billion trillion. Mel professed her love for the Jordo. One point that's needed to be stressed, nay bolded:
Silent submarine sex should be used more. The final meaning rests at - Someone who has sexual relations in the same room while 3rd parties abound.
(Fista's silent submarine sex sound is abysmal)
Oh, we had a giant man discussion about girls, breast sizes, cars and bottleings in a room with brick walls that might or might not have been soundproof. I really hope the people in the house did not hear what was said there harr harr harr. Fista made the worst alcoholic drink ever.
Flyboy's job is: Car, DVD's
Fista's is: YOU SAID YOU HAD COMMANDO2! But it will be predator
My job: DVD player and antenna. We have a problem though. That TV is ancient. No AV connections for the DVD player :(
Hmm. this post has roots in confusion. Maybe I should have put it in dot point form?
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