I could give you some jibberish about 'on a certain day in the year 2004 etc etc' but as I'm extremely lazy today and a little pissy for being stuck in a rather boring class at the moment (colouring a robot is not my way of fun. And yet I'm here... huh.) I'm just gonna smack these pictures at you and give you stupid and insane and mindnumbing comments. Beware, you might go fully insane after this. If you haven't already, of course.
This is Nele. Nele is... Nele? She's nuts. At that time she was making me a Miss Farm... thingy. I can't find the English word for whatever she was making. You know, Miss people wear it.
This is Nele's ghost: Ghosty Nele. Little white, don't ya think? She's allergic to the sun, what can she say? *shrug*
She doesn't like looking into the camera. It's a bitch getting a decent picture of her! A BITCH I TELLS YA!
She's rather shy, yes. Do you like the flower she gave me? It won't die EVER!
I think that was the pinguin (err spelling?). Now I see it. Then I didn't. Sweet.
Vicky wanted to fight me. Needless to say... I lost. Hehehe. She's a vicious woman!
But like every good fighter, we decided to stop acting like a bunch of morons and act like realass weirdos. We were celebrating Vicky's victory on me.
Kevin's doing something he doesn't do a lot: thinking. I think he totally hurt his head that night, hehehe.
And he's thinking again. Kevin, I think your head *still* hurts. Hehehe.
Err, to make something clear: I wasn't drunk. Can't say the same about Vicky though. My excuse then? I'm not normal. There.
I'm showing off my nice shirt. My favourite O'Neill shirt. (No not Stargate's O'Neill. Sorry I'm watching Stargate in class when I should be doing... err something in Photoshop.) But do you see the bit Pleasure Point? And its location? Hehehe, pervy.
No Vicky is not the devil. Though her eyes say a totally different thing. And Lester's playing waiter again. You're the cook, Les, the cook! Not the waiter.
I don't like surprise pictures. Neither does Vicky. The poor thing is crying!
It's surprising to know the one on left knows me for 7 years, the one on the right knows me for 14 years and they *still* keep on being my friend. Strange people, huh? I know.
My head was hurting. Not of drinking. I didn't drink... much.
I don't think I wanna know what Kevin is doing and Bram looks like he wished he didn't know either.
Kevin hiding again and Wes, yeah, who knows. Hahaha.
Vicky's wondering why on earth she's sitting in my livingroom with all these kinds of weird people. Wonder away, my friend!
He's cleaning my floor again after spilling again. SPILLER!
His face clearly says: Do I get paid for this? The answer is clearly: NO!
Damnit Kevin, stop hiding!
Whoever took this one put their focus just a little bit on the wrong ting.
Wesley, come on, you could at least ook a little more awake.
I was in the garage when this 'thing' happened - whatever this 'thing' was. I was preparing the drinks. And drinking. Oh whoops, I typed that? Stupid me. (Sarcasm? Yes? Good.)
No comment.
Again no comment.
Wesley is not discussing his ehh length but they're playing with my presents. Little fluffy animals. Man, this is getting too pervy and I'm just telling the truth!
Stay awake Lester. Get sober Lester. You asshole Lester. Pick one. (And apparently this is the most boring thing on the world, reading this. Well, YOU'RE BORING THEN!) (Btw, the one saying this is Kenny. Weird little man.)
Lester took this one. I have uh no idea what he was doing. Probably just randomly punching some buttons. Probably.
The only thing they did was drink. Drink, drink and drink. Well except Coca Cola boy. He drank... eh Coca Cola.
That is Lester begging for his life. That or he hurt his finger. I'm not too sure.
And that shows how boring it was: they fell asleep, for crying out loud!
Fuzzy.
Ehhh, I don't think I want to comment this because it might get so gutterminded it won't be nice.
We're just nuts. No excuses needed, just the fact that we're NUTS! Better nuts than sane. Sane's boring. Too boring!
This one was watching the pictionary game that was going on. And this is also the last picture. So there.
Now, Lester stop nagging, you've seen 'em, enjoy 'em and bugger off! (Kidding, kidding.)