No keg! (Too late!)
Last night was the 25th x 4 birthday party in Ystad, and man, did we have a good time.
Looking back at the evening, I realised a few things. One: when I have been drinking it is apparently very difficult for me to be in a picture without making a silly face, which usually means opening my mouth wide enough that you’d think I was trying to break some kind of record. Two: my top was really low-cut. *hides* There was some serious boobage going on at one point. Three: I cannot (and will not!) be held responsible for my so called dancing when the band are playing AC/DC, and especially not Back In Black. And four: Bon Jovi really DOES rock on occasion. *makes horns*
It was a really great night. Food was yummy, band were awesome, and company equally so.
Oh, and on a completely different note, Dawn? Thanks a lot for reminding me about the Slapsong. It’s been on my head nonstop for the past few days, and I can’t just go around singing "You just got slaaaapped!" in public. It’s getting as bad as it was with Where There’s a Whip, There’s a Way.
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I got a tip last night to watch ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’. I just did, and I have only one thing to say: full frontal nudity for the win! God, I love Jason Segel.
Looking back at the evening, I realised a few things. One: when I have been drinking it is apparently very difficult for me to be in a picture without making a silly face, which usually means opening my mouth wide enough that you’d think I was trying to break some kind of record. Two: my top was really low-cut. *hides* There was some serious boobage going on at one point. Three: I cannot (and will not!) be held responsible for my so called dancing when the band are playing AC/DC, and especially not Back In Black. And four: Bon Jovi really DOES rock on occasion. *makes horns*
It was a really great night. Food was yummy, band were awesome, and company equally so.
Oh, and on a completely different note, Dawn? Thanks a lot for reminding me about the Slapsong. It’s been on my head nonstop for the past few days, and I can’t just go around singing "You just got slaaaapped!" in public. It’s getting as bad as it was with Where There’s a Whip, There’s a Way.
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I got a tip last night to watch ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’. I just did, and I have only one thing to say: full frontal nudity for the win! God, I love Jason Segel.
