It's 11:15pm. Monday night. And I am intoxicated.
Proud of it, I might add. I recieved the highest grade possible for EVERY single subject I was enrolled in at uni. For that, I deserve to be intoxicated for the next 2 weeks!
Also, I just pulled off a successful dinner party (the first dinner party held by our group in the 21st century) of which the highlights included:
1) Pat falling through a chair (slapstick at it's VERY best!)
2) Brodie saying the word 'mammary'
3) Blogging whilst pissed and not making a single spelling mistake (I think?)
I would also like to conclude by saying that I make the best sticky date pudding possible. I rock. Oh yeah - that is all.
Except for this random picture:
It seems money CAN'T buy class....
Time to go pass out........
3 comments:
How much would it cost me to receive a weekly batch of your cupcakes?
(Word verification: seeeoni... wtf?)
It seems money CAN'T buy class....
but it can buy that ass
and thats the North American Mammory Social Club
Wasn't it something to do with a Mammogram ...?
It wouldn't be such a successful dinner party if I sued you for providing structurally unsound chairs to sit on ;)
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