News from one fucked up weekend
Been a while since we hit the Big T for students' night, but we returned for Pot's birthday celebrations. Talk about a kriek kriek evening - the queue hardly got to three people long. At least you know who your real friends are Pot - we were all there! Happy birthday Pottie! Pot's celebrations at Tiger strangely coincided with the first of my three farewells, and that was MUCH bigger! So here's the evidence of another big one...
Kriek kriek, kriek kriek, no one in the club. Inventory count: five Captains, 3 gins 'n tonic, a lemony something, 3 brandies 'n coke, a 'tiser, a glass of roses, a hydrant and one jug of water with a triple dose of Jamma's special "sprinkles". And that was only the first round of drinks.
Now onto my farewell (and the rest of Pot's B-Day). Thanks for coming guys, really appreciate it. Gonna miss ya, well, sort of. But I'll get over it! Oh, G Man, thanks for coming to my farewell. Work colleagues over mates, it's like that? It's all about us, me and Pottie my booooooy!
Here's the roll call:
Pot and his dance off on the stage with Jade, you so deshtroyed her, she ain't got nuffin' on you.
The old Judge broke out his shackles, miss you guy. I decided to follow his lead. A Pantene girl, I think, cherry blossoms.
After a huge night where everyone was deshtroyed, we left quite early, I was all amp'd to whip out some of Wezzo's things to say to the Rivonia metro pigs - I memorised them all. But once we saw them hiding in the shadows, I shat myself, Judge in the other car shat himself more, and we made a quick duck left towards Sandton, doll. Hah! If you can dodge a metro pig, you can dodge a ball!
Yip, another night, another biggie! Thanks for giving the best farewell ever guys, oh, and Pot, your birthday was quite fun too!
'Til next Wednesday, 17 August 2005, farewell number 2 (coincidently, that's also Judge's big B-Day!).
Oh, and word to the ladeez, if you wearing a short blue jean skirt and no granny panties underneath, please don't dance on the stage.
Kriek kriek, kriek kriek, no one in the club. Inventory count: five Captains, 3 gins 'n tonic, a lemony something, 3 brandies 'n coke, a 'tiser, a glass of roses, a hydrant and one jug of water with a triple dose of Jamma's special "sprinkles". And that was only the first round of drinks.
Now onto my farewell (and the rest of Pot's B-Day). Thanks for coming guys, really appreciate it. Gonna miss ya, well, sort of. But I'll get over it! Oh, G Man, thanks for coming to my farewell. Work colleagues over mates, it's like that? It's all about us, me and Pottie my booooooy!
Here's the roll call:
Pot and his dance off on the stage with Jade, you so deshtroyed her, she ain't got nuffin' on you.
The old Judge broke out his shackles, miss you guy. I decided to follow his lead. A Pantene girl, I think, cherry blossoms.
After a huge night where everyone was deshtroyed, we left quite early, I was all amp'd to whip out some of Wezzo's things to say to the Rivonia metro pigs - I memorised them all. But once we saw them hiding in the shadows, I shat myself, Judge in the other car shat himself more, and we made a quick duck left towards Sandton, doll. Hah! If you can dodge a metro pig, you can dodge a ball!
Yip, another night, another biggie! Thanks for giving the best farewell ever guys, oh, and Pot, your birthday was quite fun too!
'Til next Wednesday, 17 August 2005, farewell number 2 (coincidently, that's also Judge's big B-Day!).
Oh, and word to the ladeez, if you wearing a short blue jean skirt and no granny panties underneath, please don't dance on the stage.
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