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Get this up ya This blogs being typed together on a no string agenda because I can't seem to attract any attention by other mundane methods including emailing and waiting for responses so you can all go and stick a hockey stick up your ass and score yourselves an own fuckin goal. Now I'm going to continue my keystrokes because I don't give a furry fuck if you don't read on anyway. Now that that's out. I spent the Saturday night part of last weekend over at a mates with a bunch of his work pals and pal-ettes talking barrels and vineyards of all the usual pre-drunk bullshit when some corkscrew decided to ramp up the party with the best of Abba. Well that was the end of it, for those with parents who decided Janis Joplin sounded slightly better anyway, and with pretty much all the women in attendance up on the patio slash dancefloor hootin and hollerin and moving in motion and in and out of focus like a bunch of epiliptic cranes with rollerblades in a jumping castle soon after, the night was quickly turning into custard<b> tart. </font></b>And even after some futile music changing attempts nothing could survive the high heeled over forty brigade some 1/2 dozen wines into it. And any red-boned male within striking and with 20/20 hearing capacity that deserved more than the avalanche of Abba classics were subsequently run far from reaching distance of the DJ box by a pack of highly disturbed hyenas. I didn't expect Abba fans to exhibit Metallica Fan symptoms but there you go, none of the lads bothered after that we sort of just wimped out, although the true wimps decided struttin with the mob safer were actually true wimps we concurred sipping our beers. So after about 2 hours of noise pollution things toned down so I piped in to change the ear violence into something a bit more rythmic, up-to-date and less sweedish. But moments into it who should show up but the cops. Down went the real music all of a sudden. None of the boys were keen to take em on we wern't in that sort of mood after the Abba gangs initiation. After a few heated exchanges and a verballed $400 warning from the men in uniform the party ineviablitly leg-limped into chat and scat, people ushered back to cars and taxis said seeya later and farked off. Fuckin nice one Abba. The neighbours obviously agreed. So after giving up on good music at inaudible Saturday night volumes the best of the rest decided town was the only other decent option, I thought I'd flag the invite and stay on and talk a bit of shit to anyone who'd listen or just nod. And so I met a really cool individual who apart from our tastes in music and no-clubbing-tonight policy shared absolutely nadda in common. We just sat and chat, went through a couple of bottles of this and that and enjoyed the calm of no-one butting in and a cool breeze until about 4 in the morning, sweet as. When chit chat turned into yawn and stretch soon there after we cruised back inside and up to the spare room and just crashed out. I was itchin for a bit of adventure but I thought Nah fuck it man, just enjoy the chance to chill and savour chill for what it is, put the turkey leg back in the deep freeze and let it wash over agitated hormones, its not about keeping score bro, just chill. And so after a couple of hours in disney, we got up, had tea, hugged, wished safe journeys at each other and racked off back to our little dens in paupers paradise. Whoopdy doo how fuckin boring yawn yawn yawn..... and I actually enjoyed it. And that was a bit of a change from the start of the night after expecting a decent party and maybe some cream puff for my troubles ended up going half mad listening to Abba and cringing at goofy rubber necks reduce their sexyness to it before simply plonking down and enjoying a good talk to a good hearted person to perfectly compliment the night. I guess what I'm getting at is if you've been a little stiff in the mid-region due to lack of practice and maybe because you think you're Bosses work schedules are more important than your own private ones and maybe you think that its slowly turning your life into vented up and shitty steam because of it, and that any knee-jerk excuse for a piece of toffee is to hate peoples dance routines or tastes in 70's music and that jumping onto an adult seeking online vagina reel hoping to reverse all that is justified in its course of opinion.......go out and meet a nice mutha fuckin person - theres some out there mutha foe's. OK you can take those hockey sticks out. |
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god that sounds like a good night I used to really enjoy nights like that...... how I want this move over and done with so I can just get back to LIFE  WyvernRose
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