Wellll.... Friday involved both work and james.
Saturday I saw where James shall be moving to and caught a train. Followed by work.
Sunday I also worked then headed up to Melbourne for more James involvement.
Monday I worked.
Tuesday I most definitely didn't work due to being picked up from the prior day's work and taken to Traf by James. Yay for home-cooked meals and sleeping in to something like 1:30pm. Accidently. Back up to Melbourne that night where the cooking of pikelets and the making of raspberry and malteser ice-cream cake occurred.
Wednesday James and I visited Melbourne cemetery as an excursion then consumed pikelets and jam on the State Library Lawns - which, amazingly enough, are actually lawns now. I'm sure they were dirt last time I looked. And then we wandered home past many, many clothes stores that I wish I could have spent money in.
Thursday I headed to Clayton to visit my Nana in hospital, she had to have an operation to have a cancer removed. She was taken in earlier than expected and I only got to talk to her for 5 minutes. Mum, my parents were meeting me there, was 5 minutes later and only got to quickly speak as Nana was being wheeled away, Dad missed her entirely. So the afternoon was spent with Mac, Nana's husband, and then at Chadstone where we saw Prince Caspian which I very much enjoyed. Then Mum and Dad headed back to the hospital to wait for the operation to finish and I came back to James'. She'll be in hospital for a few more weeks... and it'll be months before she's fully over it.
Friday? I worked. And now I'm at Normanby, awaiting the hockey game that will bring my parents and brother to Monash. Then I'm going home, to work. as I will also do on Sunday and Monday. Yay fun.
Looking forward to Tuesday though, it's our McMarvel Marathon. And then on Thursday I get to have all my lovely, impacted wisdom teeth removed. I don't even know what impacted means, but apparently it's evil, mean and not very nice. Really looking forward to that.
And so ends my rather short and boring post.
6:11 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Okay, so it may have been over a week. Again. I'm sorry okay? So that you're not all inflicted with a ridiculously long post I'll attempt to be concise, succinct, to-the-point, brief and otherwise aphoristic and apothegmatic. So I may also have looked those last two up, but it was worth it I think. Apparently they mean 'terse and witty'. Now you've learnt something. Congratulations. Personally I learnt today what watercress tastes like, I believe that it's something we all should experience - its taste is... unexpected, not in a bad way [though I wouldn't recommend putting huge amounts of it in your ever inquisitive mouths] but definitely different. Anyway, get on to that. I, meanwhile, will get on to the point. Or at least I will try to, don't hold me to that.
Last weekend unfortunately didn't involve cake. It did involve me leaving James' at Traf waaaaay too early in the morning [before 9] in order to get to work. It also involved drawing pretty pictures and more work. And deciding to head back up to Melbourne at 6:30 pm or so on Sunday night.
Monday featured a complicated manoeuvre on my part in order to avoid a parking fine. Followed by meeting up with James in the city. We were later joined by Annie and watched 'The Happening'. I'm not entirely sure I should recommend it, it has the same kind of feeling as 'The Village' so if you enjoyed that then go ahead and see it. I did enjoy it too... more gruesome that I expected and more than a little strange.
I also guilted James into coming back to my box. We watched Tarzan and Fox and the Hound. I love Disney.
On Tuesday I was a depressed, teenage mother to 4-month-old Aiden for 5 hours or so [i.e. 30-32 4th year medical students]. Aaaaaargh. Okay, now I've got that off my chest...
It was exhausting, Nicole and I both did it. We memorised information [dad died when I was 10, I smoke 10-20 cigarettes a day, nothing illicit, that bastard Tom took off when he found out I was pregnant, moved out at age 15, plus much, much more!] and then the students played GP and talked to us. No, I do not hear voices, my child does not need to be put into a foster home and I'm perfectly capable of making up formula. Also, I do not have post-natal depression.
On the plus side it paid ridiculously well and there was very yummy food.
I also left my wallet in the car when Nicole and I headed from Monash to Nic's. Alayne had come to visit, yay! Dinner was over an hour late and quite a few meals were funky, [not mine! :) ] and I may have had a little too much to drink. James called me drunk. He lies, I was just rather tipsy. Not a late night anyway. And I fell asleep watching 'Hoodwinked'. I can't even remember James getting up and turning it off.... did I wake up for that James?
Wednesday: Myself, James, Nicole and Alayne had lunch/breakfast at that Degraves street place, later joined by Annie. Annie and Nicole headed off to watch movies and eat corn chips whilst James, Alayne and I went to Game On and spent a very enjoyable afternoon there. No wallet meant no concession though, sigh. And then... we met up for dinner, Nicole excepted, and headed to Crown to watch 'Kung Fu Panda', Annie excepted.
GO SEE IT NOW. Comparable to 'Over the Hedge', prepare to be blinded by awesome-ness.
Then back to my box, thanks to Nicole's dad giving me a lift, and my wallet was recovered. Yay to leaving it in my car parked at Uni for 24 hours in clear view!
And today I left at 7am in order to ring bells each 8 and 2 minutes. Mind-numbingly boring but again, good money and much food. I ate too much... there was nothing else to do but snack. sigh. I also nearly finished an entire book, pretty good considering how often I had to stop.
And to Nana's for dinner. It's really quite lucky I didn't explode with that much food.
So... that is quite possibly incredibly long.
Points to note;
- Eat Watercress
- The Happening is good, albeit strange
- No, I do not hear voices
- Nic's thai soup smelled funky
- Did I wake up when you turned the movie off James?
- Game On is much fun
- Kung Fu Panda is a creation of awesome and liable to blind you with awesome-ness [you'll understand when you watch it]
- Ringing bells [needlessly loud ones] is mind-numbing when done every 8 then 2 minutes for 9 or so hours in one day...
- I've started capitalising the 'I's and the first word in each sentence as of last post. I'm very proud of myself.
10:16 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Nicole complained that I hadn't posted in awhile [my blogging helps to keep her entertained when she's bored, as your chattering helps me] so I thought I should reappear. It's been over a week, I'm ashamed, really.
All I did last week that is worth noting is that I completed and handed in my last assignment for the semester and headed home on friday with James in tow. We went to Scott's friday night after an adventure to the supermarket with Nat to procure dinner. Yay for nachos and savoys with dip. Oh, and bavarian chocolate cake stuff with cookies and cream ice-cream. We spent too much. But Dad left me $50 for food and the like... it was their anniversary and they'd gone away for the weekend. But anyway, we watched Aladdin together [with my brothers] and I expect the two boys happily spent the rest of the night playing GTA4 whilst we were out. And we weren't out all that long, I spoke to Foxy and was re-amazed by how ridiculously tall Tom is. Charlie and Charlie's Sarah were seen, and Meg has become a blonde. I also saw Griffin sober, it was very amazing. Then guitar hero began and we ran away home.
Saturday we got up late... Simon was sick so I didn't need to take him to work and I did take Nat to his committment... but apparently it was cancelled for the long weekend. I also took James to the train station, he renegaded too. Oh, and we made pancakes for breakfast to use up some more of that ice-cream. So yes, instead of the wonderfully quiet afternoon alone playing oblivion that I had had planned, the three boys mainly went in search of prostitutes/strippers to kill and I made a cake of awesome. Without cake mix. Yes, I know I win at life. It was a glace cherry cake and I dyed it green. When it finished cooking it looked like the green was trying to explode out of the cake and attempt world domination, So I covered it in a type of sugar in semi-liquid form that was posing as icing. I dyed that yellow. And then I covered the entire thing in randomly coloured sprinkles and a blue smiley face. James responded to this work of art by cutting out the eyes and mouth into and evil grin. Sigh, it tasted good though. Not that warm cake ever tastes bad.
"Dinner" was had at Nic's where there were people such as [In order of... non-order] a Nic, a Tim, Zebe, Iggi, Annie, Angelo and... those little people Nic was babysitting. A Kate apparently appeared at about 1 am too but we'd left by then. I was starting to get tired and didn't want to drive half asleep... but yes, One Hundred Girls is a great movie, all should watch it. Also, I'm terrible at Warlords and Scumbags and dinner consisting of alcoholic chocolate, pringles, cold chips and random bits of roast are not good for digestion. Sigh. Tasted good however.
Sunday consisted of more breakfast in the form of pancakes [a new and mildly improved batch], I can't even remember lunch... maybe I had a piece of cake?... GTA4, sudoku, the purchasing of Cinderella/Cinderella II, the collecting and eating of McDonald's for dinner, the watching of Cinderella and the getting pissed of at at Nat due to the fact that at 9pm he told me that he didn't in fact need to be taken to the train station on Monday morning and we could have gone back to James' that night instead occurred. Grrrrr.
Monday morning was too early.
Had an early lunch with James in the city at Cafe Andiamo then met up with Nicole at midday [ish, i wasn't that late] for some shopping. I spent too much money. Lord of the Fries is indeed a master of fries and much discussion occurred into the early hours of Tuesday morning. We started going to bed at 1am and ended up in bed at 3am. I was also 5 minutes late to work due to another discussion when I got up on Tuesday morning... heheh. Also, it was ridiculously busy. (><)
Hmmm... after work on Tuesday I went to an RMIT cocktail party with Nicole, James and Naomi, fun though fairly quiet. It didn't help that I was exhausted, it was a reasonably early night. James and I watched a little family guy... I hadn't seen any in a while. I worked again today [and I will again tomorrow and on Friday] and now I don't have a huge amount to do. It's grand... I might go watch Cinderella II now.
9:26 pm;
rawrd by Brie
eeeek. i've just added up the receipts for all the money i've spent at the uni bookshop. all bar 5 odd dollars is on stuff i actually needed for uni [there was a little spent on my 911 costume]. and the total? $219.14, plus there's $30 on stuff from various other places. grrrr... (><)
8:22 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Happy 200th Post
I dedicate today as the day of doing nothing. though technically i already have done something, that is, handing in my very naked-man-orientated folio [only one penis, amazingly] and doing my grocery shopping. it weighed a tonne. ick. groceries are also costing me twice as much as they ever used to due to the whole trying to eat meat/protein thing. i don't stick to it enough to call it a diet but i am on a vague kind of eating plan if i haven't mentioned that. it's meant to be 5 days normal, 1 day only protein, and 1 day 'eat as many calories as you like to confuse the hell out of your body'. i like that day, except i never really end up having it due to meals that follow that vein scattered throughout the week. i'm not allowed rice though, i like rice... :( when i stick to it for a week [for the second(?) time] i think i will have much rice on my free day. and bread.
but anyway, that is all pretty much entirely irrelevant. today is my day of nothing because a) i only have one assignment to do. b) it's a sunny, happy kind of day with chirrup-y birds outside my window. i could go outside - but then i'd notice how cold it is and the illusion would be ruined. either way i refuse to let work occur today. c) i am feeling ridiculously lazy and hate building models anyway. d) ...erm, there are much more exciting things to do... such as sorting out the mess i've made of my desk this semester. tidying is actually a job i enjoy, cleaning not really [though it is satisfying] but tidying things is fun. so long as you don't leave it so late that it's like picking up after a hurricane.
so, on friday it was finbar's 'going away' party. it's in apostrophes as technically he's only moved from his room to the living room. for those of you who have not met finbar, namely zebe as emily most definitely has, he's a room-mate of nic's. i beat him at pasta poker last night, nice guy. anyway, it was red themed due to the time he played centurian and threw up red everywhere. sigh, finbar, sigh. i went from my last class [ended at midday, hoorah!] to have lunch with james at swinburne and then we went on to Nic's to visit. we ended up decorating and making his house look muchly awesome. so much red crepe paper. i covered the entire side of their bench in paper and wrote many inspirational - cough - things upon it. such as dirty poems [remember the dave limerick?] and monty python quotes. and pretty pictures of smiley eggplants. red was also seen in the form of dangly squares from the roof, an entirely covered front door and pizza boxes glued upon the wall, also covered in red. that idea wasn't mine, i've forgotten her name but that girl did it... she also stick-taped balloons all around the roof. wonder how long these 'helium' balloons will last? there was also a silhouette of a pole-dancer since the lights were made red [i love cellophane]. logically therefore, it was a red-light district.
much fun was had, the night/afternoon also included the three of us adventuring to dan murphy's and then having dim sims for dinner. i, unfortunately, had to leave at 8 to get home in time for dad to take me to my other home. i had work saturday morning [god knows why] and nat had hockey in that funny brunswick place. thinking about it, i only really have one home, just three bedrooms. one bedroom at home, one here in clayton and one in glenferrie [james']. i'll call the latter my room too due to the fact i sleep there just as often as i do at home, plus i have my own drawer... heheh.
so then there was work, and a re-arranging of drawers due to my bed/set of drawer things having finally arrived. and then the playstation x much. the playstation x much also occured on sunday morning, in my pajamas from about 9 til 12. and then grandma was visited [her birthday], i forgot to eat lunch and then came back up to melbourne to visit james... then dinner, pirates 2 and pasta poker. i.e. poker played with pasta, not vice versa. this was with nic, finbar, jeff [other room-mate] and james. i won the second round. and then much befuddlement as we taught finbar and jeff ERS. :D
i think that's pretty much my diary entry for the weekend, i'm sure it was a riviting read. i always seem to get more comments on the shorter posts for some reason... :P
bubbye all.
I Am
breeza
# a blonde female
# 166 cm tall (5"5)
# possessed of brown eyes
# 19
# easily entertained ~ just comment me (^^)
# likely drawing or reading at the moment
# or doing homework
# generally bored
# a lover of shiny things
# wanting to become a graphic designer
# always happy to be
... *pleads*
# *insert interesting fact here*
I can be found
on vf
and on deviant art
and why not click here while you're at it?
or here
Today I feel
# sick of homework and silly managers
# but that life is otherwise great
# in need of a better job
# like hugging james... though i'm worried i'll distract him too much
# optimistic
# like starting up dancing again
craving right now
# james
# money
# time
# about 20 different designer toys. Especially OX
# maybe a trip to the zoo
# a pretty, cartoony debit card... must design one
# a new blog layout. 'tis on my to do list...
# an excursion to a beach [that isn't argued about and cancelled]
# a stickybeak at various galleries
# more hours in which to sleep
# my james, my blanket and a thunderstorm
# brains
# population for Oddlum
And I Quote
Days of Our Lives
James: The cahoot turns gay, :) gets married to :P, :( get smurfed by the police before finding out his a female lesbien and some one dies all in the first 5 minutes
Tim: B) comes out of his coma to find that :) ditched him for :P, and S) dies of face deformation
Hachan
Tim: Is hachan an object or a japanese person?
James: yes tim, coz breeza has a japanese person locked up in her cupboard at home
James: you dont do you bree???
Tim: 'Course she does. She flattens sandwiches and gives them to him under the door
James' Eyebrows
Emily: i go away for 4 days and you guys are back to being crap, gosh. since james is
passed out we should draw on him or shave his eyebrows off. *shaver appears just as magicly as emily did*
Emily: *james has no eyebrows*
Emily: i wonder where they went...
James: WHORE!!!
Brie: aha... they must have magically reappeared though emily, he had them this morning
Brie: i think your mc-shavey gadget is broken
Brie: want some stickytape?
Morning
Emily: morning eh?...
Brie: yes, that thing that exists before midday
Brie: come and we shall never speak of the disgusting thing again
Necrophelia
James: hey, [Annie] just roared!!! *SHOOTS THE LION REPEATEDLY*
Annie: see what i mean? ROAR :P... *scares james to death with particually scarey roar that no one else was scared by*
Brie: but now i have a dead girlfriend AND a dead boyfriend!
Brie: i don't like this at all... *wails*
James: LOL brie likes dead people :P
Brie: wait... am i a necropheliac now?
James: i dont know brie, you tell us
Brie: well i didn't think i was... i think i'll go back to wailing now
James: lol
Brie: *glares* not funny
Annie: How could you James? *comforts brie* its ok breeza just cos those you love are
dead you dont have to wail, be happy...
Angelo: *gets the popcorn and coke*
Angelo: *sits back and watchs*
James: can i have some of that, ive got beer :D
Brie: ooooh... it's a movie now is it? does that mean i get paid?
Brie: and that's a fair point annie, however being a necropheliac is generally
looked at as a bad thing in today's society. hence the wailing
Brie: ...i don't want to be jailed
Brie: and beer is icky
Emily: are they dead dead? or zombies? or vampires? your going to have to be a bit more specific,
there are lots of different kinds of dead... and none of them like beer, as no one should
Annie: i'm most definatly a zombie!! Beer is icky... and just dont have sex with james, therefore
no sex with the dead and thus no being thrown in jail
Brie: i'm not sure i like that idea... if he were to be a vampire i don't think he'd count as dead though.
vampires are UNdead. so no necrophelia
Emily: techniquely vampires are dead, reanimated but dead, hey an you do no zombies rot, right? and they have no
souls thus cannot think for themselves can only do the biding of others, right?
Annie: meh... sounds like me...
Angelo: *nods and smiles*
Brie: so if annie's rotting... does that mean if we find any limbs lying around the school they fell off her?
Brie: and lawyers ARE vampires, so chances are they won't be too harsh prosecuting me for said necrophelia
Emily: ha ha vampire porn
James: hmmm... luckly jesus taught me the secret to the resurection, so in fact, the stone has been rolled away
Brie: hmmm resurrecting hey? you aren't the anti-christ or anything are you?
Brie: because that could get me excommunicated
Annie: *eats james' top smarts, being a zombie and all* BRAINS!
Annie: *is still hungry, rips off emily's head and sucks out her brains* BRAINS!
Running and Screaming
Emily: anyway james what is more fun than running and screaming? running and screaming while stealing a watch? running and
screaming and throwing water bombs? fun things include running and screaming
Emily: or your not doing them right... well screaming at least......
James' Rant
Tim: I've been gone for too long... one day it's magical mushrooms, now it's monkeys. Are they magical too?
Brie: ALL monkeys are magical, silly
James: bout time all my minions returned to my self confessed fortress of ultimate power kind of my flying dagger ish giant extravaganzer *takes another breath* that swims thru the sea killing all sorts of...
James: ... witches and lions that are tamed, yet wild at heart and crave and urn for dire love that is unjustifiable, yet strangely requirable, but still manifesting in their heart, while their eyes ...
James: ... traverse the holy pyramids built by our own god forsaken jesus christ, before he offed him self while watchin a transformer performing erotica on a polar bear while it watch's two people express ...
James: ...their undying hatred for the food which the chief served, it was as tho, the food was rotting and yet the people had finally returned to the true place of discussion...
James: ... Bries Blog :D
Passion Pop
Tim: *steals passion pop off emily and retreats to hiding*
Brie: *pouts* but i want some passion pop....
Brie: you're using my blog to steal it, i believe that entitles me to at least a little bit
James: Here you go brie *as james pulls out a conspicously conveinient case of passion pop.*
Brie: yay!
Brie: *takes a sip*
Brie: *spits it out quickly*
Brie: ick
Tim: Quick, dilute it with vodka, it will taste better.
Party Story
Hidden for your mental well-being.
Click the title to view the story.
I Just Lost the Game
In reverse order
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James: I LOST THE GAME!
Annie: they will if they read your comment to tim...
Tim: Do not, under any circumstances, scroll down. You'll lose the game.
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James: I LOST THE GAME!
Double Image
Tim: fucker, i mean... that was James *shifty eyes* again
James: hehehe, all i going to plan.... hang on... this is tim talking *points to tim*
James: no it was me
James: nuh uh, it was me
James: LIAR! it was so me
James: Candy mountain charlie
James: ahhh... i have gone and confused my self
Tim: and me :(
James: I need sugar. And alcohol. And caffeine.
Tim: \/ \/ \/ DONT Scroll down \/ \/ \/
James: oh the pain. the confusion
James: /\ /\ /\ SCROLL UP /\ /\ /\
Tim & James agree for once: This ends now.
James (the real one): is any one else confused, coz i just rocked up, and from the looks of it, tim is being gay, dont listen to tim if he is impersonating me
James: on the other hand, if you see me imitating tim, make sure you believe wat i say 100%
Tim (also real): You started it
Tim & James agree for once: pfft, now it ends
Tim & James agree for once: pfft, now it ends
Tim: only JAMES would be retarded enough to double post
Later, over MSN
Brie: do you want to explain my chatterbox please?
James: *runs out the door* *car starting sounds* *car tyres screeching**door slowly closes* ....
Boosting Emily's Self-Esteem
Emily: i do not like the additions to 'and i quote' as im not in them except for my non existant passion pop being stolen
James' Rant #2
James: i feel its time for another one of my pointless rants, that rant on about goo and other equally unsatisfying satisfyingly feel good moments that dont exist yet want to be in emily imaginairy passion..
James: ... pop, yet whenever they try they are whipped bakc into line by one of tims wierd kinky sex whips that he cracks, it has gottne to the the point where he seeks to spread his irrelevant confusion ...
James: ... and interopability while maintaing that elmo does in fact have a none gay sexual relationship with ernie, in the mean time ernie is only getting more sadistic towards zebe, so much so infact ....
James: ...that the overly sadistic things that are being done actually look like kind jestures of love from ernie, zebe doesnt appreicate them tho, she just burns them in the nearest appearture science ....
James: ...industrial incinorator that she passes, thankfully due to the fastly approaching distant pass, there are many of these machines on each street, one only needs to look at msn to see half a dozen...
James: ...all of which are not operational at the moment because the effiel tower is still standing despite being past its use by date, yet they seem to paint the thing each year, and by year i mean 666 days.
James: conveniently 666 is allso the number which abraham lincoln was thinking about as he was assassinated. unfortuntely because brie is being distracting, is shall finish my rant on assasinations.
Tormenting Maddy
Maddy: maddy begins to join the convo, hears what brie has just said and RUNS AWAY... but not really. MR CHARLES IS BORING!!!
Maddy: save me from the crappy schoolness
Zebe: naww, poor maddy getting stuck with mr charles all year.. they really need to replace him!
Emily: yeah but who then would torment maddy?
Zebe: you?
Emily: well thats a given
Excursions
August
the 3rd ~ this day shalt be wicked
08/08/08 ~ Brie becomes not quite so old as James. She is also going to Number Eight restaurant
August the 16th ~ Emimly has a non-party party
4 Months Before Christmas ~ Zebe gets to eat birthday cake. Preferably drugs.
the Lucky 13th ~ We all get to dress-up for Zebe's party.
Party Story
Instructions: Over the course of the night add your own section to the following story.
Please do not delete or change other people’s work, and it would be appreciated if the story could actually be followed. FOR GREAT JUSTICE
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Over in the hill, in Dutch land, there once was a one eyed fuzzy purple monster who was named Mohammed, who was more of a soft kind, and obsessively innocent child than an EX-TERRORIST. In fact he recently decided to become a rabbi, who had an insatiable hunger for chocolate. He had a huge crush on Mr Chocolate, a man made entirely out of chocolate. This man was terrified of Mohammed because he had a pineapple on his head.
So, one fine day, he decided to run away to Wallan. (*crowd cheers “yay! Wallan!*)
‘Where’s that!!!” questioned the pineapple (who strangely had a mind of his own)
’Hahaha,’ replied Mr Chocolate, ‘That’s the perfect place to hide! If only I had my trusty
Maddy to help me. Maddy knows how to do everything! She even knows how many Dr Who series there were.’
So they went off in search of Maddy.
Meanwhile, Jackie said,
“What about my line dancing???”
“What about your line dancing?” Laura replied.
After saying, “Grrr… cos I can smile, happy, happy without an end. And then I decide I would randomly shout EMILY IS AWESOME, because I’m so cool as I am Mitch.” , Mitchell decided to take another pill and continue the “journey”. Then Cornish walked along, or to be more accurate stumbled as he was blindly drunk (this can happen as it is only a story…) . at which point Amy spontaneously combusted into Brazilian pieces and a refrigerator.
As Mr Chocolate observed all this from Wallan, he was overcome with a powerful desire to eat a small dinosaur covered in BBQ sauce, He had to settle for a double-whopper with cheese, and 4 episodes of ancient hit sitcom ‘Becker’. From this point on, both Mr Chocolate and Wallan referred to themselves in the third person.
Johnny Depp is 100 years old and grossly disgusting. In the sack. He tries to rip off the girls ear with his big toe, which is choice bro.
Anyway, Claudio Sanchez rocks up with the rest of the crew and starts drinking stupid chick drinks.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh CHOO, gahhh not totally hypo on sugar yet gahhh they are singing something horribly AHHHHHHH out of tune evil sounds ooooooh Lydia and someone went outside WOOT more people are going out and Taylin and James and James and Emily has a funny brown thing round her waist and IGGY HAS A BERET IT NEEDS EATING cos it sounds like berry.
The importance of berrys in this context cannot be overstressed. Berries provide a vital part of the fabric of any successful party as they can be fermented. For this process, the berries are crushed up and mixed with tiny bacteria which use the sugars in a series of chemical reactions that produce alcohol. Alcohol makes any party transpose itself into a series of pretty colours and loud noises, most of which can be easily seen in the text thus far.
However, it has been observed that Beret’s cannot be easily fermented as they are made of cotton which we have found most difficult to crush. However, it does combine quite well with certain bacteria known as mould when used with water. This mould is quite good friends with the aforementioned Mr Chocolate, who, at this stage in the story, was quite inebriated after meeting up with his friend Mr Alcomahol. Shaken, not stirred. At this juncture, copyright lawyers came forth and removed Mr Chocolate’s left eye ‘King Lear’ style, for such a blatant breach of copyright regulations. And Emily wins.
“You’re not supposed to read it!” Mitch yelled, outraged……
And Emily loses, epically,
Mr Chocolate was sizeably more worried about having only one eye. He was considering a certain line from “300”, but upon sighting the copyright enforcers out of the corner of his, now only, eye, he thought better of it, and proceeded to consume a warm bowl of golden manbabies for which he earned five stars, good sir.
These five stars were rapidly exchanged for the fortune-bringing longcat whose length was the longest of all the felines. I enjoy ice cream and a nice pair of slacks, People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. Years later a doctor will tell me that I have an IQ of 46 and are what some people call mentally retarded.
I am poison running through your veins.
IM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION! What do you love? I love scotch, poetry – oh and my dog Baxtor here. And then a mystical dwarf quadriplegic savant called Zed Xianova wandered into the room, accusing the people of various crimes including the malevolent crime of ‘alternate abuse’ although no one had much of an idea of what exactly that was.
And EMILY WINS AGAIN IN CAPITALS BECAUSE SHE POSTED 50, READ IT, 50 COMMENTS ON TIM SANDY’S MYSPACE AND IT SAYS TIMSANDY TIMSANDY ETC. FOR 50 COMMENTS FULL. Em, you just have no life.
Duh I work at KFC, where is the accent, I want the ACCENT!!!!! Damn Mitch is not drunk enough!!!! I cry *cries* is this story going anywhere? Arrrrrrrrrrrr I HATE this song must depart and kill it, adue.
Yeah Em, MITCH isn’t drunk enough. Where’s your drunkenness???
M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M MM M M M M M M M M M M M MM M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M = crap
This story has no meaning. Why are we doing it again???? Em you have no life!!
But this story really does have meaning! C’est wonderful!!! No it doesn’t fuck you.
I sink into the earth
Embraced by the cold arms
Of Lillith’s Garden
Please [God], erase my folly, and end this.
Oh I wish I was a punk rock girl with flowers in my hair… and so on…
But being of the male variety, if I did put flowers in my hair, I would be socially outcast from society, and possibly bashed when leaving gay bars in the city… not that I go to those… well, I do, but they’re not gay bars… its just that they are heavily populated by men… whom merely prefer the company of other men… but hey, who wouldn’t…. J
I have an IQ OF ONE ON HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE BILLION.
And I have diabetes, if that’s not cool I don’t know what is.
Polycystic ovary syndrome is the coolest of the cool.
MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE.
They say that most women have three, four cysts in their ovaries… I have 22 take that bitch!
The worst injury I have ever received was when a baseball hit me in the temple but it bounced back so hard that it hit the pitcher right in the nads.
BRIE-SAN ^_^
But suddenly, after that episode, Claudio Sanchez appeared and spoke to me, he said,
“Good eye sniper. I shoot, you run.” Then I suddenly realised that I could do him right in the butt. Bam, ten points to Gryffindor. Unfortunately, he declined. So then I had to rape him. He didn’t have man feet. Brie does though.
So then we set off, in our horse and cart, with hopeful feelings of highly sexualised rape. In the butt. With pineapples. In the butt. Before they locked us up with tentacle handcuffs.
‘I want a shot!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme,’ said the ever so horny Emily, as she groped Foxy’s hot girlfriend. I want Kate’s mini peacock size Tim.
Suddenly, niggers. Squirt, yep I moan with cock.
Who the fuck writes this shit!! Hi Brie!! Happy Birthday!!!
James Rowe, obviously its coz he’s so james (word meaning gay but not queer and stupid or annoying etc.)
“I enjoy sweet sweet SWEET port soaked sex with a llama, namely nina. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy that? And I also believe it’s time for a drunken myspace bulletin.”
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 wiooooooooooooooad llama friend in need’s a friend indeed. A FRIEND WITH WEED IS BETTER.
We don’t need no education, we don’t need no self control? No dark sarcasm in the classroom, teacher leave them kids alone. HEY TEACHER, LEAVE THEM DICKS ALONE.
Whoooore.
Well I don’t even know what the story is anymore…something about Mohammad who liked chocolate and hid in Wallan? I like chocolate…
So anyway one day Mohammad was in Wallan and he saw a pretty young female one-eyed purple flying purple people eater. And it was love at first sight and they got married and lived happily ever after and had lots of baby one-eye monsters who were purple with pink spots. All except one called Joe, who was actually blue. His brothers and sisters always bullied Joe until he decided to run away. He had not gone more than 5 metres out of the front door when he was hit by a car. He died.
(Insert random ramblings here as above.)
…But thank god Claudio, Travis, Mike and Josh were there and Emily wants sexing, not sex, but as in a pash. Who’s not Nina, as cool as she is, and all I love Nina but…..
Johnny Depp is hot and 100 years old.
Nic is suss. No, really. He’s even sussing with the aforementioned peoples, but seriously, if I had a dollar for every brain you don’t have. I’d have one dollar.
And then, all of a sudden, Claudio Sanchez appears again and starts to play “Welcome home.” Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118. SCOTT IS REALLY HOT ACCORDING TO MITCH, WHICH REMINDS ME, I MUST CHECK ON THE ACCENT….
Dddwoooooooooooooooo people in the front row. I’m sorry to the guy I took over from, we should like totally SEX :O SEXXXXXXXXX
LOLZ LAWL LAURA FOSHIZZLR. Flash, three way? For sure!!!
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 land in me lubber butt.
And, and, and… Rachel loves ya mum.
And Jackie.. (me)
And Scottlepie (me too). Lauraaaaaaaaaaaa, minus the pie = laurapie
Ar, and
ARRRRR we’rr all pirates!!!
Arrh
THIS IS SPAAAAAAARTA!!!
WHO WROTE THIS CRAP?!
TODAY WE DIE AS SPARTANS AND TODAY WE DIE WITH HONOUR. TODAY WE SHALL BRING VICTORY!
LOVE IS LIKE WAR, EASY TO START, DIFFICULT TO END IMPOSSIBLE TO 4GET.
STUPID RODDA IS AT 7! GRRR AND NINA IS AT LIKE 14..? IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE IM REALLY SLEEPY RODDA IS HITTING ON ME, BUT IT’S OKAY, IM USED TO IT.
RAHHHHHHH
Frwanna sex yea u im talking? to u, the guy standing near me, 3some?
Ok ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
YOU LOVE IT. Like rabbi. SUGAR SuGAR SUGAR’s in a cage, sugar sugar. doodododoododoo
JACK, JACK, JACKIE!
LA LA LA LA LAURA!
A generation gap means our war is never won
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Can I stop SHUTTING UP NOW James?????
MUHAHAHA TOOOOOOOOOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!
BRIE THESE GUYS ARE ALL FAGS COZ THEY TALK IN ENGLISH... BUT I'M AWESOME. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! LOOOOVEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEGGGG!!!!!!!! [Translated from Wingdings]
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 [still wingdings]
Caterpie, Caterpie, YEAH!
MISTYYY MISTYYYY!
I’M HUNGRY!
”Hey Ash, why did you give away your only Pokemon?”
”Uh… They were no good for sex any more”
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Laura, kiss JD!!! - All night long, baby
“Oh gasp,” says a rather astounded Brie, this story seems to have degenerated somewhat (though she is glad to hear that two friends picked up), how about a change of topic? I hear that llamas are somewhat pleasant at this time of year.
Kate wants llama cock in the butt x 118 then. Kate wants anything if it moves in the butt x 118. Including trees. They sway in the wind, don’t they?
“But in the butt?“
By the way, if u hadn’t noticed, Maddy has boobs. And foxy is slim and a little bit foxy.. Whooo! Doctor Who reference!
God, now they’re singing.
David tennant is hotttttttttttt with lots of tee. He can sonic my screwdriver any day.
“Ewww… you have a screwdriver… that’s not right… at all. I thought you were female, but apparently I was wrong. Actually on second thoughts, maybe I should sonic his SCREWDRIVER”
‘Yeah, I agree with you on that one. Mmhmm I’d tap that.’
‘Hey Caitlan, you want to be his kid?’
‘
No, I want to be his lover’ – quote from maths
I’ll be his madame de pompadore! Woohoo!!!! I rather be Cassandra, she gets inside him… But he doesn’t like her. And he’s fighting it the entire time. Well, rape, but yeah… David Tennant, he can cassa my nova.
Because he’s rarely clothed? Oh yes. SEX
And he invented the French lottery… Yummy
Mmmhmmm, I love being a stalker
I want David Tennant in the pants, even if he is old. Meh, age is nothing if I can say to Caitlin ‘I’ve had David Tennant’, and watch her cry then explode
Lol, yeah that’d be so good
Lol, we are such sluts
But oh so cool, the grog is wearing off. Need more or will fall asleep.
I know. And everyone is hooking up now, so it’s no fun. BOO!!!!!
But SOPHIE AND TIM SANDY!!!!! ARRH IT’S SO WRONG, THERE LIKE BRO AND SIS or so they keep saying, when they’re sober anyway.
EWWWW, INCEST!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah it’d be like u and me, hot, but oh so wrong.
And that is NEVER going to happen.
We can both make sure of that.
Oh yes that is the only thing my self-control can handle
Well that’s ok. Imagine how awkward that’d be… I shudder to think of it… AWKWARD!
Like school after reeces? Well for me anyway
But like a million times worse
Haha, worst twins, EVER! I love that movie, no I mean film. There’s no such thing as a movie.
OMG TIMSANDY AND SOPHIE JUST SNUCK OFF INTO THE BEDROOM!!! SEX!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m very, very scared!
This is fucked, let’s go walk in on them. That would be a lot more funny-ness if I weren’t so dizzy-ness from alcomahol.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahahhaahhahahha
I FARTED
lol **************zot**************
Old Godzilla was hoppin’ around, Tokyo city like a big playground.
Dear Brie. This is the moral police. We regret to inform you that this party is morally bankrupt.
Love Jesus.
Bon Anniversaire, BRIE!
Osama banana lol!!!
I have a rash on my BELLY!!!!!!!!!!! A nasty rash.
Why does Beyonce Knowles sing “to the left, to the left” ?
Because black people have no rights!!!!!!
LOL LOL!
Cake now.
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake.
Great speech (4 words)
I love Brie!!! She is my best bud!!!! Yaaaa…… Love Kimbo!!! LOL!!!! It’s a violent pornography, choking chicks and sodomy.
Cornish is bored, someone should entertain him. You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it, like they do on the discovery channel. Lol.
John & Meg – the only ones who don’t violently make out in public J Except maybe for Gareth. He’s a prime choice. Ten points for Big G!
And el niño. Everybody loves el niño. El niño has a nice belly. It farts muchly. Miatchy’s belly is better. Times lots.
“But how can a belly fart?” asks a very puzzled brie as she begins to sober up. “I’m oh so confused.” Her head explodes in a firework display of much prettiness and glowsticks. Brie likes glowsticks.
HAHA BITTERSWEET
TO FIND CONVALESCENCE SEARCH NOT AT THE GRAMMAR.
Wha???? I concur x muchly and a lot + infinity.
Oh baby, oh baby. I want you, I want you
What’s the difference between an Abbo and a park bench?
A PARK BENCH CAN SUPPORT A FAMILY!!!!!!!
AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“Hey B2, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yes B1, I think I am.”
“We should burn down the house”
“BRILLIANT!”
HEY BRIE, THANKS FOR THE PARTY IT WAS REALLY GOOD HAPPY 18TH
LOTS OF LOVE, JOHN AND MEGRON!
WOW, 16 pages of crap and still going strong. Pity it was MEANT TO BE A FREAKING DUTCH STORY.
I found them but their not having sex, so we cant shout at them. Sigh. Not sure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. I pretty much DON’T want to walk in on people sexing. Just no. tis all rather ick actually, and best avoided. Avoided at all costs in fact. I concur, just no.
Nawww, Dan is going. I love Dan. *tis muchly sad from this revelation* Yes. yes it is. Lol, Dixon has emerged from the room with Laura. He completely listened to the fridge when it told them to make out. Well, okay, it told Laura to kiss him, but these details are unimportant.
Also, I killed a daemonic piñata in most honourable single combat. THIS – IS – SPARTAAAAAAA!!!!!
This is, in fact, not Sparta, but rather a rather non-important corner of Victoria. Not as romantic I know, but there you are…
Ytype in ctaszy woesds deunksnedd dedleldeld.
Ahhh, all alone! Where has everyone gone?
So Mr chocolate, drunk off Jim Beam, stumbled into the bar. Only to meet with Mohammed, who stared him in the eye and licked his lips; He loved chocolate.
BLOB SURFING – annoying past time developed with careful consideration to the annoyance factor. Usually done as sleep begins lol FUN IS WITH THE TORTURE MUAHAHAHAHHA ……
SURF BOARD NOT REQUIRED, JUST BLOBS
FUNNER THEN A HOUSE OF PANCAKES
DUCKS ARE ANATHEMA
Mr. Chocolate at this time began to contemplate the meaning of his existence. If everything was based on perception, then Mr. Chocolate reasoned that he could perceive whatever he wanted. A whale fell out of the sky and Mr. Chocolate ceased to exist…
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC SSC had also ceased to exist as well. (BSC – Bronze Swimming Certificate. SSC – Silver Swimming Certificate.) Before he became a non-entity he wrote ‘I am a Fish’ four hundred times on his exam paper.
*pelvic thrust*
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Wow what a night, and our fabulous story suddenly became and estranged collection of random comments, Thank You all for adding to this STORY.
Aaaaah... it needed soooo many breaks. *fingers implode*