My story. Last night I went to a friends house. for some stupid reason I ended up caining a half bottle of jack (on top of the four doubles i'd allready had) in around half an hour. I then proceeded to grab a feather duster and run around this nice little english village where she lives barefoot, with the duster sticking out of my trousers screaming "I AM THE FEATHER DUSTER FROM THE MOON. YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING SLAVES. ADOLF HITLER IS ALIVE AND WELL AND HE LIVES IN *****" I swear i must have been seen as it wasn't even 11.30
My cheeks are still hurting from laughing. I knew when I said something about not knowing what the hell you'll do when you're drunk that you might have something to share. Thanks for making my day, you feather duster from the moon, you!!!!!
is this the thread i just HAD to find rumjil? seen it befroe you asked me to go looking. didnt say anything cause i'm trying hard to be more lurkerish. which is more than i can say for switch's escapades of late. ;p lol