I'm dying here. Last night was Miss Elise's annual holiday blow-out. I think I blew-out my frontal-lobe.
It was a night of liquor, tracksuits, liquor, turducken, liquor, malicious biting, liquor, and liquor. I learned that Croatian moonshine doesn't mix well with champagne. I learned that Algerians find endless amusement in ladies lighting farts. I learned that if you get your cervix cut out, you get a Prada bag. I learned that Gavin is flammable, but Albert is not. It was a night of learning. Okay, I learned nothing, but had one hell of a time.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to vomit (again).
It was a night of liquor, tracksuits, liquor, turducken, liquor, malicious biting, liquor, and liquor. I learned that Croatian moonshine doesn't mix well with champagne. I learned that Algerians find endless amusement in ladies lighting farts. I learned that if you get your cervix cut out, you get a Prada bag. I learned that Gavin is flammable, but Albert is not. It was a night of learning. Okay, I learned nothing, but had one hell of a time.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to vomit (again).
Suparna and Elise rock the Hip-hopera velour tracksuits.
2 comments:
I'm happy to see Miss E, again, finally!
<----waving at E!
I love those two crazy track suit ladies. E and Supie?!?!
Albie on FIRE??
Sounds like good times.
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