saturday night at the albion!
....we had to wait in line! boooooo. fascists.
when we got in, we got straight down to getting drunk.
but we had to share just one lemon! with out tequila! one lemon!
but we got over that, and got down to some pole dancing....
and the requisite girls' bathroom antics...(the albion should def. look into having that stall by the window sill upgraded so people can't get in while you're peeing....)
then...oh my god!
we ran into sarah!
and holly!
and devin!
apparently duncan was there too, but no pictures because i didn't see him! but the night was still good. sort of. i guess.
this was in a bathroom on campus:
check out the size of that tampon!
if women were men, that tampon would win the pissing contest.
maybe the earth IS flat. and maybe the green-skinned women that live, with the nazis, on the other side of the disc are infiltrating. and maybe they have GIANT VAGINAS.
new caramel flavoured baileys!
new mint chocolate flavoured baileys!
alicia throwing up in the LCBO, because flavoured baileys in wrong.
this is my pretty pretty roof, with the pretty pretty garden, and also my pretty decorated new toilet!:
it'll burn through metal...and, yep, it'll burn your hand, too.
listen! i have done the impossible.
i have found, and purchased, a pair of jeans i like. i don't know if i've told you, but jeans shopping is second on my list of ways to make hell worse.
to celebrate: an orgy of pictures of my butt in said new jeans.
just so you all know, taking pictures of your own ass is really hard. but, given that the alternative was sitting on my sofa with ice cream and wine and sobbing through grey's anatomy reruns, i thought it was time well spent.
this is what is passing for literary genres at indigo these days....
*snort*
this is what we do at my place of employment:
"hey guys. uh, we need the stack of tables that are down in the courtyard...it's raining, so don't wear your uniform shirts...actually, you'd better put on the garbage bags we brought...maybe they're by the bar?...so your bras don't get wet, also...i don't know if they'll fit through the door or onto the elevator...."
"hey....plastic sticks to sweat!"
"eeew....my cleavage"
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i was going to make up a caption to go with this picture, but....the real story is probably funny enough, actually......
....we had to wait in line! boooooo. fascists.
when we got in, we got straight down to getting drunk.
but we had to share just one lemon! with out tequila! one lemon!
but we got over that, and got down to some pole dancing....
and the requisite girls' bathroom antics...(the albion should def. look into having that stall by the window sill upgraded so people can't get in while you're peeing....)
then...oh my god!
we ran into sarah!
and holly!
and devin!
