fcking cool

this should be in the ART thread


100%

but i didn't take it, i just peed....

melly and porky you guys look great together. keep tearing shit up.

Me, piss drunk (hence the stupid grin), my new glasses and some crazy bitch that was trying to get on my nuts all night.

 

Did you let her get on your nuts?

No, because she was a crazy bitch and not the good kind of crazy.

The only time you don't let a chick get on your nuts is when she's a fatty. Otherwise deal with the consequences afterwards. There's nothing a shove down a flight of stairs won't solve.

She was WAY too clingy. She was only there in the first place to meet theatre majors. I'm not one, but still yet had to introduce myself 5 times and was cornered and forced into an awkward 20 minute chat about history while she insisted on having her arms around me. This was very humorous to my friends nearby who could see the look of discomfort on my face. Moral of the story: had this happened after my next drink, I wouldn't have cared and would probably now have a clingy bitch stalking me.

Clingy bitches have impaired stalking abilities once they've been hurled down a flight of stairs.

Duly noted. Stairs are in short supply though. My apartment is on the bottom floor. Hopefully she's forgotten who I am and I'll not run into her again...except maybe with my car.

If you can hit her with your car down a flight of stairs... that would be the ultimate problem solver.

nice pic!
its a shame that the three of us didnt get a photo op when we met up.
it would have been epic:cool:

It finally makes sense. When you tried to describe the vest I was like "WHAAAA" but now I see what you mean. Also, is that THE bitch?

THE bitch? Yeah...I think so...not the fugly bitch that wanted me to dance with her all night...this was the crazy bitch that was clingy. I'm not sure how I described them to you....I was blinding with rage and rum.

I'm not sure how you described them either. Actually, come to think of it, you really didn't. You just raged.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

She'll remember you.
Forever.


I'm not kidding either.

I'm afraid she will. she's now friends with 2 or 3 of my friends on Fuckbook...it's only a matter of time

Your best bet is to skip town and grow a steve prefontaine stache.

Can't skip town...and I couldn't rock a stache.

Hmm. Just get one of those 50 cent staches in one of those machines outside of grocery stores.
And start listening to techno.

I already listen to techno :(
I'll just avoid theatre parties.

Oh, right, that too.
And don't forget your rum next time.

FUCK! Too late now...there was no way I could have walked out with it with cops there.

If you looked like Steve Prefontaine they would've let you.

Yes. "brb, growing stache"

Don't forget the sideburns!

Those are well underway.

Steve Prefontaine can/could get away with anything. He could probably get away with being a guest on Full House.

gahhhh BOB SAGET

i don't see any pictures kids

i just posted a pic godamnit

huh

2x :)