I am so ridiculously uninspired... But I feel obligated to post anyway, so here's a little ditty:
Last night we went over to Brad and Vanessa's for our weekly Lost-viewing party.
Brad and V always yell "Come in!" when we get to the door, and we usually just let ourselves in. Last night, my poor deaf husband thought he heard them give the ok, so he opened the door and we walked in. All of a sudden, Vanessa comes out naked (or.. half naked? It was really a flash of flesh cuz she ran so fast), hides behind Brad, then runs upstairs. Uhhhhh... sorry 'bout that, there, walking in on your living-room-sex or whatever, guys. :-|
A few minutes later I clogged their toilet.
I wanted to make it three for three and burn popcorn in their microwave, but I was foiled by the "popcorn" button on the microwave. Oh well.
I'll have to think of more fun and exciting ways to play "Not My House" at Brad and V's.
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10 comments:
It isn't truely a game of "Not My House" unless you break some furniture and drink all their booze.
That is awesome! My friend in High school once walked in to my house before me, and caught my parents going at it on the couch. Ewwwww
Allison - I will forever be indebted to you for sticking your bare hand in a toilet full of my piss and manually pulling out the clog. That was a true testament to our love. Of course, most people can avoid all of that by simply owning a plunger.
Great idea, HK! We'll have to try that next.
Yasmien - your friend is a very lucky man. Ima and Aba are HOT!!!
Allison - what the hell is up w/ your industry as "Agriculture???"
I can't believe your not giving me my propers here. I'm disappointed.
You people are a bunch of whiners.
((SIGH))
Fine.. props to Sugafree for teaching me how to play "Not My House," the game where you get drunk and break things in other people's homes just because, all the while chanting: "NOT MY HOUSE! NOT MY HOUSE! NOT MY HOUSE!" (Imagine the chanting getting louder and faster the more stuff gets broken.)
Oh, you're the reason I had to use the toilet upstairs. Must've been a good one.
Actually Shannon, since you inquired, it was just pee. I'm just really OCD about cleaning up, so I use a lot of toilet paper. And to my credit, Vanessa admitted she'd just had some issues w/ the toilet right before I went.
Maybe you should use those toilet training wipes with the frog on the box.
And you called me a weirdo.
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