What the fuck, dude? I can't believe I let that pity post stay up for like two whole days. The Guitarist has once again siezed power from the Empty Set.
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Something Lighthearted and Amusing
So on Saturday night I went to a roller skating party. Someone who works with my friend Jessica was having a birthday, and they rented out this place called Wheels in Durham for a few hours way late at night. It was fun to (a) do something I hadn't done since probably junior high school, but it was even more fun to (b) do something I had never done before, to whit: drink beer at a roller rink. Man, a rink full of beer-addled twentysomethings rollerskating is the kind of good old fashioned, non-aggressive, non-competitive, but nonetheless vaguely dangerous fun that seems to be so lacking these days. Furthermore, I was impressed that most people had the sense not to actually skate around on the hardwood with beer in hand, and as far as I could tell, nobody actually spilled any on the buisness part of the floor. I fell at one point (see footnote 1), but fortunately my ass (see footnote 2) broke my fall.
Other highlights of the evening included pinball, ski-ball (see footnote 3), and trying not to stare at this hot ass chick skate around in her underwear (see footnote 4). Later on, as the post-skating portion of the party continued at someone's house, I watched a couple latino men of ambiguous sexual orientation (see footnote 5) bust some rather (to my untrained eye) commendably smooth dance moves with a bevvy of enthusiastic ladies. Finally, I left when I started to get overly self conscious about not being able to make conversation.
The End.
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1. Yes, in mid-jackassery.
2. Or possibly my ass/butt.
3. I began by triumphantly sinking a 50 first thing, but then followed it up with an unbreakably mediocre string of 10s.
4. Seriously, this girl was built beautifuly and complected delectibly, and it's not just the beer talking.
5. One of these guys, who introduced himself as "Ricky," put me in mind of what I imagine UnnecessaryZ pretending to be a fly homo would be like.
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Something Lighthearted and Amusing
So on Saturday night I went to a roller skating party. Someone who works with my friend Jessica was having a birthday, and they rented out this place called Wheels in Durham for a few hours way late at night. It was fun to (a) do something I hadn't done since probably junior high school, but it was even more fun to (b) do something I had never done before, to whit: drink beer at a roller rink. Man, a rink full of beer-addled twentysomethings rollerskating is the kind of good old fashioned, non-aggressive, non-competitive, but nonetheless vaguely dangerous fun that seems to be so lacking these days. Furthermore, I was impressed that most people had the sense not to actually skate around on the hardwood with beer in hand, and as far as I could tell, nobody actually spilled any on the buisness part of the floor. I fell at one point (see footnote 1), but fortunately my ass (see footnote 2) broke my fall.
Other highlights of the evening included pinball, ski-ball (see footnote 3), and trying not to stare at this hot ass chick skate around in her underwear (see footnote 4). Later on, as the post-skating portion of the party continued at someone's house, I watched a couple latino men of ambiguous sexual orientation (see footnote 5) bust some rather (to my untrained eye) commendably smooth dance moves with a bevvy of enthusiastic ladies. Finally, I left when I started to get overly self conscious about not being able to make conversation.
The End.
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1. Yes, in mid-jackassery.
2. Or possibly my ass/butt.
3. I began by triumphantly sinking a 50 first thing, but then followed it up with an unbreakably mediocre string of 10s.
4. Seriously, this girl was built beautifuly and complected delectibly, and it's not just the beer talking.
5. One of these guys, who introduced himself as "Ricky," put me in mind of what I imagine UnnecessaryZ pretending to be a fly homo would be like.
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I'm tired now.