There I was just drinking and havin a good time in my social clothes *gasp*
when I stood up to fast and got that rush to the head that can only mean one thing.....I drank too much and now its NEKKED time (well mostly) ... and at this, my most vulnerable point, I stripped down to nigh-on nothin...jumped to the nearest table w/ Schu, and begain a wave of YMCA followed by an artist reinturpritation of the sock-hop from that Ol' classic
"Pulp Fiction" w/ my good friend Schu.
When I turned about there was a masked man w/ a camera.....
So If/When a scandelously clad me pops up all over...just know this...
I WAS BEIN BOTTED...
IT WASNT ME...
... it was...ummmm...yea...my cat....Jake did it...he got up on the keyboard...and....ummmm...ok ok ok....it might have been meO.o
(but I doubt it...really...me w/o my armor...I dont thinks so:P)
Necrophymm
- This is why monkies dont drink.....