Look at me wanking! Look at me wanking away from Jesus!

Andrea: Joe, did you put on some cologne?

Joe: I just ate a tuna sandwich...

Maria: That's a hobo's cologne!

She claims that she coudln't see anything, but the bitch was charging, and you don't charge like that unless you have the intent of hitting something in front of you. I braced myself, withstood the force of the initial attack, and then puched back, pretty lightly, I'd say.


Of course she fell over anyway. Then she tried to hit me with some snow. But she missed. I hit her once. Hwo says the gays can't throw?

So. There was a party. And it was swell.


Yes, to quell the rumors (not that anyone who reads this doesn't already know) Kent and I made out. Alot. At the party. and afterward. Andrea had to stop us from making out in Little Chef next to some drunken frat boys.

So we are now an item. I like him and he likes me.

Besides all of this, I:

Got drunk out of my mind
Met a fantastic cute little old gay man
Wrestled (and defeated) both Maria and Amy in a pool filled with green Jello
Played Exite Truck on the Wii (My cup spilleth over)
Ate a Chocolate Milkshake at four in the morning at Little Chef
Made out/had sort of sex with Kent on my roommate's futon while my roommates pretended not to notice


All in all, a good night.


P.S. Andrea has pictures of Kent and I getting all makey-outy at the party. Beg her not to post them.