Before I bolted out this evening, I started a thread. To my surprise, it had grown to four pages in the eleven hours I was gone and contained like six repostings of a picture of Flux. Craziness.
I saw a black midget lady with a purple afro get into a row with the Japanese clerk at a convenience store today when she couldn't reach a 40. She let loose on him with the longest streak of...slang that I've heard since the last Randy Moss interview. My Japanese isn't perfect, but I don't think the clerk was telling her to have a nice day in response.
Later, I nearly masterminded a plot that would have taken the group to Hooters. The surrealism of taking two alternative models into that bastion of schlock sexuality was nearly intoxicating.
We ended up at TGIFriday's instead. While there, we managed to send someone on a tour of Seattle with our 1337 direction skills. Then, I was the only lush to start drinking at 4:30 in the afternoon, but MisterSatan bought two milkshakes at once and deflected the spotlight. Then, MisterSatan and I did a duet of a little Mystikal.
We went to the erotic art expo after that. I'm so disaffected that only the giant painting of a girl standing over her reflection in a pool of urine really said anything to me. That really just said that I don't see much "art" in a giant painting of a girl standing over a puddle of pee. However, PyroeroticA and I had a spirited conversation about her balls coming unscrewed, which made everyone in the unisex bathroom give us dirty looks. That was nice.
I thought the movie was never going to end. However, I now know that an evacuant enema needs to be between 105 and 110 degrees.
After that we had a massive group huggle, and all the art expo people looked at us funny. I think Muzencab grabbed my ass.
Some minor drama ensued, and we ended up at PyroeroticA's place where we learned that acquiring a pizza at 12:30 on a Sunday morning is a relatively impressive feat. We opted instead for me to run to Dick's. I also managed to grab some Krispy Kremes, and all in the land rejoiced.
Now I'm home, listening to Death In Vegas' Scorpio Rising, and trying to make sure to capture the big moments. Not a bad day out.
Before I forget (and this is the fourth time I've edited this), Adore was awesome in person. You couldn't ask for a sweeter, cooler little chick--and she was little.
I saw a black midget lady with a purple afro get into a row with the Japanese clerk at a convenience store today when she couldn't reach a 40. She let loose on him with the longest streak of...slang that I've heard since the last Randy Moss interview. My Japanese isn't perfect, but I don't think the clerk was telling her to have a nice day in response.
Later, I nearly masterminded a plot that would have taken the group to Hooters. The surrealism of taking two alternative models into that bastion of schlock sexuality was nearly intoxicating.
We ended up at TGIFriday's instead. While there, we managed to send someone on a tour of Seattle with our 1337 direction skills. Then, I was the only lush to start drinking at 4:30 in the afternoon, but MisterSatan bought two milkshakes at once and deflected the spotlight. Then, MisterSatan and I did a duet of a little Mystikal.
We went to the erotic art expo after that. I'm so disaffected that only the giant painting of a girl standing over her reflection in a pool of urine really said anything to me. That really just said that I don't see much "art" in a giant painting of a girl standing over a puddle of pee. However, PyroeroticA and I had a spirited conversation about her balls coming unscrewed, which made everyone in the unisex bathroom give us dirty looks. That was nice.
I thought the movie was never going to end. However, I now know that an evacuant enema needs to be between 105 and 110 degrees.
After that we had a massive group huggle, and all the art expo people looked at us funny. I think Muzencab grabbed my ass.
Some minor drama ensued, and we ended up at PyroeroticA's place where we learned that acquiring a pizza at 12:30 on a Sunday morning is a relatively impressive feat. We opted instead for me to run to Dick's. I also managed to grab some Krispy Kremes, and all in the land rejoiced.
Now I'm home, listening to Death In Vegas' Scorpio Rising, and trying to make sure to capture the big moments. Not a bad day out.
Before I forget (and this is the fourth time I've edited this), Adore was awesome in person. You couldn't ask for a sweeter, cooler little chick--and she was little.
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mistersatan:
Why do you think I said it was spot-on?
mistersatan:
Course you're invited. Although I may have been drunk when I said that, doesn't mean I didn't mean it.