| Holy Freaky Coincidence Batman!! |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|10:42 am] |
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All I can say is box "o" wine. the night started when victorian got off work and came to the hostel straight away. we went to dominos and the stupid fucken asians there cant even speak english, they cant even understand when u want pop and dont even come to help you when u want chicken wings. then we went to the liqour store and i think you can imagine what we bought. we sat at the hostel untill midnight drinking the box "o" wine with mossimo the coolest italian guy ever, were so going to rome to party with him one day. we tried on his ketamine shirt and we looked hot, we're gunna take pictures on friday when were actually on ketamine. we just sat there and laughed all night it was awesome, and then we discovered that Gillian knows Victorian's sister. FREAKY!!! how the hell do you meet someone in AUSTRALIA that you know their sister from 2 years before from Fernie BC who dyed your hair ramdomly once?!?!?! we're just in shock. then we walked in a fucken monsoon all they way to the bar. and we looked like drowned rats, sexy drowned rats. we plopped ourselved right next to our favorite bartender and ordered 4 beers for the 2 of us straight off the bat which we chugged. we love him so much and he gave us free cocksucking cowboy shots. then we went to the second level which is non smoking now for some reason, the security staff got mad at victorian for smoking up there and he told them that he cant read english because he's french. then this guy started hitting on gillian and he was ugly so victorian pulled gillian off her feet and carried her to the other side of the bar so he wouldn't talk to her while he was in midsentance without warning. So we sat on the beanch watching all the freaks dance,,,like freaks,,,and there was this guy that looked exactally like the guy who won the underwear comp. last week,,,,who was dirty danceing with some chick who had the biggest afro i've ever seen on a girl,,lol,,,,after getting kicked out"smoking"we whent back downstairs and lookie lookie,,,they were down stairs,,,i asked him if that was him,,,and the stupid chick was all"i'm gay too"i'm pretty sure thats not what i asked,,,,but whateva!!!!!! we were so wet and victorian had water in his ugg boots. so we didn't stay for long,,,,,and good old james forgot to wear his optus security pass,,,,which we noticed right off the bat ,,,,he'd better be wearign it tonight,,,ahahahahaha,,,,,even though we'er going to arq,,,lol,,,,so we header home,,,,gillian made wonderful pieces "o' bread with spagetti sauce and melted cheese,,,,way better than any hungry jackx,,,,sooo,,,gillian wants to check her emailz before going to bed,,,,victorian passes out instintainoulsy,,,,,and what the fuck,,,,that was the loudest sonring i've ever heard,,,ahahahahhahaha,,,,ahhhhhhh the little bitch was sooo tired,,,,he worked all freakin day ,,,,came straight to the hostil,,,where no rest was had,,,ahahahahhahahah,,,,so we sit here again,,,victorian has now showered ,,,gillian still looking like last nights party,,,,the saga will continue,,,,,,,,,,, |
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[Oct. 20th, 2004|06:15 pm] |
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I just called Gillian from work and she thinks that it'd be a good idea for me to wear Capri Pants and Ugg boots to the bar tonight. WTF?!?!!? I think shes been into the box "o" wine already. |
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| My Stomach's name is Steve |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|10:07 am] |
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how to start!!!well the night began with another BOX"O"WINE,,,gILLIAN STARTED AT THE HOSTEL, AND WAS BORDERING ON THRASHING AROUND DRUNKENESS by the time victorian arrived to finish off the last drops of wine in the box. We made sandwiches with hard to come by american mustard and headed to the liquor store, which we were able to open the door this time. We bought another box of wine, and headed to victorian's, where gillian passed out. Then we put shitloads of bronzer on, and victorian wore ugg boots with jeans and it was SOOOOOOO HOTTTTTTTTT!! everyone on oxford street cummed themselves when they walked by seriously. We snuck the box of wine into the bar, and it was sooo busy. We discovered our friend FAB! also enjoys a good box"O"wine so we all cuddled in one bathroom stall and chugged the wine, gillian of course dripped it all the way down her shirt. just as we were leaving the bathroom fucken security was going in, can we say goodtiming? so w were all listening to the retards sing karaoke and fab unzipped the puma bag which was concealing the wine, and sqauts down on the floor and starts chugging it. So picture this Gillian and Victorian hover dancing around FAB! and he sqauts and chuggs a box of wine right from the spout. And then victorian had to go to the atm, and then we stopped into the columbian, by this time gillian was right fucked because she doesnt remember. And some fat british guy came up to her and starting hitting on her, and then she made a comment about fat stomach's, and then the guy grabs his lard ass tummy, and goes "this is steve" ewwwwwwwwwww!! he wanted to hang out with her and grabbed her phone and put his number in it, when gilly checked her phone this morning she didn't know who the fuck jez was. And then Gilly was all like "i'm so drunk right now, i need to eat something" and then Victorian goes "No sweetie you have to save money just go to the bathroom and puke insted" and then we go to that guy "we're gunna go puke and go to stonewall, see you!" and hes all like "OK, you go puke and maybe i'll see you later on!" and then we went back to stonewall for like 30 seconds because gilly could barely walk under her own power. and then we gave the bouncer an optus security pass so he can be on the cutting edge of fashion with us. And then some homeless guy tried to rape us, and then Victorian yelled "Fuck Off!" at him and he followed us halfway down oxford street, going "did u just tell me to fuck off?" and were like "ur a quick one bitch!" we thought he was going to viciously assualt us, but then he got distracted by shiny lights and went and did something else. Then we went to Hungry Jacks and had burgers as we walked home to victorian's house. Gillian passed out the second we got home. Stay tuned for tonights slutbox antics....... |
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[Oct. 19th, 2004|03:13 pm] |
You Know You're From Canada When... |
You're not offended by the term, "Homo Milk."
You understand the phrase, "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield."
You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars.
You drink pop, not soda.
You know what a Mickey and 2-4 mean.
You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars.
You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway.
You drive on a highway, not a freeway.
You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.
You know that Casey and Finnegan were not part of a Celtic musical group.
You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.
You brag to Americans that: Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion and many more are Canadians.
You know that the C.E.O. of American Airlines is a Canadian!
You know what a touque is.
You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed" not "Zee".
You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.
You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan."
You perk up when you hear the theme song from "Hockey Night in Canada."
You were in grade 12, not the 12th grade.
"Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?"
Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some.
There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food.
You call a "mouse" a "moose".
You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either.
Contests run by anyone other than the government have "skill-testing questions" that winners must answer correctly before they can claim a prize.
Everything is labelled in English and French.
Milk comes in plastic bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.
Mountain Dew has no caffeine.
Correction: It's not a "touque", it's a "tuque"
You say 'aboot' not 'about'
There are more pages about Hockey than the news in the newspapers
You know what the plug at the front of the car is for
You can ALMOST understand what Jean Chrétien says
You know what are Tim Horton, Zellers and Canadian Tire
You have a canadian flag sowed on your backpack (unless you live in Québec)
You go overseas and insist that you are Canadian when people hear your
accent to make sure they won't think you are American
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Canada.
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| Bam! Bah! Bam! Bah! |
[Oct. 19th, 2004|10:51 am] |
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| | B52's - Rock Lobster | ] |
Bam! here is our new blog its so exciting, Me and Gillian thought of the idea while we were discussing how much we love the word trashbag and how appropriate it is in relation to us. Basically what were gunna do with this is make this a log of all the trashy things we do, and we always have to write it when were still drunk from the last night. MWAH!!
Yesterday was fun me and gillian woke up, and i was still drunk from the night before so i called in sick for work, and it was the best call in ever, OMG i could have taken the whole week off work it was that believeable. Me and gillian spent the whole day together, and i wore my big ass white sunglasses, and she wore my big ass christian dior aviator sunglasses all day long. We have a new word now BAH!!!! Gillian was talking to some guy on messenger and he said hi Gilian!! and then she's like fuck you if u spell my name wrong then i'm not gunna talk to you, so she ignored him and then a few minutes later he just goes Bah! so thats our new word. And were going to do it in conjunction with when we do the emeril legasse BAM!! thing so were gunna sit here in the bar and go BAM! BAH! BAM! all the time and people will think we having seisures and it will be hot. And also were gunna pretend that we have terets syndrome and every third sentance go BAM! BAH! MWAH!!
Gillian being the enormous alcoholic she is discovered a new way to get drunk at the bar for cheap!!!! We took my man purse to the bar and in it we kept a box of wine and then kept on going to the bathroom and drinking the wine straight from the box how trashy is that? i love it. the bar was fucken dead last night but it was fun because we hung out with francesco all night. I dont think we really talked to anyone else except that bartender we love.
OMG me, gillian, francesco, and bobby are going to make VIP cards and then get them laminated that say Jet Set Super Elite Cool People Club "this card allows VIP entry to every club and event on the face of the earth based on the complete and utter coolness of the card holder" and everytime we go out we'll show them to the bouncers, and then we'll get in to anywhere. Oh and gillian and I discovered a picture of the guy who entered the underwear competition twice and lost and then got put into the finals because one of the finalists went back home overseas and they put him in in place of him because he works there, on the internet that has been digitally remastered. Its fucken hillarious. I made it our desktop. MWAH!!
thats all i can think about what we did on a monday, it was pretty fucken fun for a monday tho, i have to admit. ONLY 4 MORE DAYS UNTILL OUR K BINGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we so cant wait. Oh and PS Gillian's new name is Electric Boogaloo, and I am: Back Off Get Your Own Sandwich! we don't have names for bobby or francesco yet. give us ideas!
ciao and in the words of the goddess claire, let no drug be wasted, no hot boy go home alone, and no drink left undrunk!
--victorian |
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