last nite was the inaugural meeting of the retardedly drunk and stupid dart club and luckily nobody was injured. quote of the evening, “i crapped my bathing suit once.” fil made me smash my pint to the floor. i tripped over the carpet many a time. sean was probably the worst at dart throwing though he is very good at hitting 3, 7, and some other number i forget but you don’t need. i took photos of these broads who thought they were the O.C. and they gave me a look and i said OH YOU’RE PRETTY and they started posing and smiling and i didn’t take pictures of them anymore. burn.
i saw two morons talking to each other on their cell phones not realising they were just around the corner from one another.
“Hey what do you have to do tomorrow i can’t hear you.”
“I’M WORKING.”
“You’re working??!?”
“YES! BUT I’M GOING BY DWAYNE’S FIRST.”
“OK I’LL STOP BY THERE TOO.”
this town is full of smart people.
tonite is the survivor finale.
i’m sorry if i got everyone mad over the shitty blog post. it’s not my fault that i am the best. byeeeeeeeeeeeee.
