The sister video to this isn’t rotated, albeit darker, and just as it gets good these other chicks show up and block my dance moves with Jasmine. It’s a minute long. You can deal craning your neck, I requested this song specifically thanks to all of Toronto’s poking fun at my alleged ainwrecking-tray ways and similarity to one notorious Courtney Love. The girl who grabs my bewbs in this video that I classily and politely allowed (but pissed me off) I totally thought was a family friend of ours I hadn’t seen in over a decade. It wasn’t her but my confusion and thinking it was bought her more drunk groping time. Girls get away with murder.
Check the smoke coming out of her mouth! I love Starlight Burlesque Troupe. So many in the city eh? Brb with a treasure trove of goodies. My godmother finally downloaded her camera’s photos, I cycled through half a year of shots of all our shenanigans and you can clearly see my metamorphosis from drunk fat bloated face to skinny slim. Awesome! It’s good to see that shit and a total lesson not to ever go back. Canadians get booze bloat in the winter.
do you guys remember goldfinger? that’s their drummer darrin.
then it happened fucking hell. i leaned over to chat up matt who was drunk swaying in the breeze there, i turn my head and my hair somehow gets inside his open maw and drags out his gum. look how much he is concerned about it too. the cowboy was horrified, long haireds get it.
allison put ice on it and got it all out, had to rip out some hair though.
the consensus was hey at least you have something to blog about tomorrow. what? fuck you. you think i don’t have other shit going on to talk about like old ladies in my building and squirrels, yeah excuse me while i contact the star so they can run this byte as well.
so the end of brad’s set was spent like this, thank you matt!
everyone sitting behind us you’re welcome for the show.
check the bags of vodka, i wasn’t supposed to get a bottle cos i was fil’s plus 1 then i told cameron um well this lack of bottle will influence my blog post tomorrow…
love is an understatement.
cam could not resist.
robert plant was on this wall before that eyesore was painted over top.
ok vodka 101 to come shortly though i am not that obligated cos i was just a lowly plus oner. who thinks i’m even influential to begin with? pfft. maybe your mom.
AM Matthew: how’s the hair?
11:35 AM me: ugh
Matthew: me too
me: you blamed me for it all nite remember
v cavalier of you
Matthew: had to take a cab to work
Matthew: dude, you swung your hair and it went it my mouth
if anything you owe me a piece of gum
me: see there you go
instead of im sorry
11:36 AM Matthew: hahaha
I’m sorry it happened to you but I didn’t do anything to make it happen other than chew gum
11:37 AM me: and open your big mouth
Matthew: I will never open my mouth again when I am around you, deal?
me: OMG THANK GOD
11:38 AM I’m just going to completely ignore you when you’re talking to me just in case it happens again
me: well i will refrain from being a nice friend and chatting you up when you are alone drunk swaying in the breeze
glad we have that settled
11:39 AM me: like i give a fuck if your brother knows about that polish cabbie
actually lying, DYING to know
Matthew: haha still haven’t told him
I’ll see him on Friday though
me: you owe me a story