The weekend got off to a fabulous start! When we were heading for Lafayette, Dark called Tarsh to let her know that we were headed to her house to return her cellphone and to watch Survivor. Grapie and I are in the front gabbing away, and all of a sudden we hear, "How are you at Wal-Mart when we have your cell?" Grapie and I started crackin the fuck up! When Tarsh had answered her home phone Dark said "What ya doin'?" and she told him she was at Wal-Mart--and he swallowed it hook, line, and sinker! It was great!
Survivor was so-so...They built up the Bobby Jon/Jamie fight way too much. And why was Bobby Jon yelling "That's what I like to see?", or some shit? G'Duh!
Saturday we went to the Neon Cactus (which I figgered would have a way better crowed with Purdue University not too far away), and had a BLAST! Dark's sister Pegitha tried to get me to try a drink she got. It was nasty! She told me to smell it and I was all "Ewwwww--that smells like a kitty litter box!", and she was all "Taste it," so I did. And guess what? It tasted like a kitty litter box! She said it was Jagermeister, peppermint schnapps, and some other shit---gross! And it is called a 'Red Headed Slut'. What the fuck ever! That is hilarioust!
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