Hello Frieeeeends.

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[Consider it remedied, my dear - Jorge, Lord Of The Wasted And Time]

Mine friends! We haves misses yous! T’is beens so longs since I’ve had an op to use this special outlet. Unfortunately the return of the slurring klely is due to only THREE beerverages! Hullo, lightweight!

So our dear friend Jager brought out the best of WT, and Jogre has issued challenges on the addicitive facebook (also known in our house as “myface”). To them I reiterate a “here here!” and encourage the ables to able and imbibe. Get ‘er done, as our necked-reddies say. Rise to the challenges issued by The Jogre! Can you beat Jager’s post?

The previous presumption was that the winter months brought out the quiet and the drunks… but this was not the year… or it was the year of the unplugged wastedtimers who sat away from computers. To that some of us (those of us who aren’t able to/shouldn’t be drinking) say: DANCE MONKEY, DANCE!

0′07 promises a year of many a-great reunions/meetings. Jager and I have vowed to consumme the always-yummy WhyNatte together. And not just “together,” but also “sweaty” and potentially while “out of breath”! Can you beat that? Two goregeous, sweaty, and out of breath babes indulfing in the WhyNatte? Where, you ask? Why, at or near the finishline of the VANCOUVER INTERNATIONAL half MARATHON! Woooot. Bring it on!

Oh, it’s already been a-broughten!

 

Halloween – Part I

Yay for people returning to WT!! I am currently midway through my Halloween weekend bender and was D-lighted to come on here and see t2o new postings. w00t w00t! I am totually jonesing for some poutine, but since I was not down town,b ut rather was on campus boozing it up today, no poutine for me. Im totally haveing the muncies, so I’m eating guacamole and rice crakers.. just not the same.

Went to Aggie beer garden, was good times ’til the fuzz shut us down. Friggin’ fuzz. I had a wicked cool costume, but I’m too inebratiate d to upload thephotos. I will put photos on my regualr blog tomorrow. I was Lara Croft. And, in fact, I will be Lara Croft at the party I’m going to tomorrowt oo. Except that I lost one of my guns. Boo-urns. I think I may have lost the gun when I rode the mechanical bull. It’s harder to do than it looks. Especially when you have been drinkign. I mean, when you are a little under the weather. Ihaven’t been drinking. What are you talking about?

For the record, I did not ride the mechanical bull topless just so that this other guy woudl ride it naked. And any photographic evidence to the contrary is clearly a forgery. Jesus, I totally can kiss my chaneces of becoming the Primte MInster goodbye, can’t I?

Damn, I make a fine fucking guacamole (even if I can’t spell it)  But it does NOT taste good on rice crackers.  Good thing I’m not above just scooping it out and eating it straight.  Not that I would do such a thing..

Damn, I have a cut on my hand and I don’t know where it is from.  That’s not a good sign, is it?  And it hurts like a mofo now that I noticed it.

OK, Jager B will stop with the rambling now.  She has to go try to write a bio before Jogre bites her head off.  JOgre is a real slave driver liek that.

 

Slutty blue

Jesus, why am I craving the poutine right now? True story: we went this restaurant in Montreal one time, and they had this French/English menu, and the English side translated poutine to Calorie Fries. Oh the fucking French and their fucking humour! That came out angrier than it should’ve. I love me my French peeps. They taught us how to kiss, they gave us the croissandwich, and nowadays, living a stone’s throw from the border, I pick up the French channels with their late-night, blue, slutty material. (Is pairing blue and slutty redundant? I ask as a legitimate question and not just for comedic effect.) But anyways, I’d agree that the poutine is good drunk food. Also good eats when you’re hammered: street meat. Jager B might disagree with me on that one.

Did I mention my car got broken into? Yeah, shitty, but the fuckers only took a few CDs and our road-side assistance kit (I know, wtf?) And after a brief review, it appears the only CDs we had in the car were the shitty ones. Hoodlums of Ottawa may or may not currently be rocking out to: the Rent soundtrack, a mix CD I made that actually had Shawn Desmond on it (the shame!), and/or Bargainville by Moxy Fruvous. (Fuck you–I know there’s supposed to be an umlaut in there somewhere… but look at me! LOOK AT ME!)