As I walked into Mohawks73's house I passed by his coffee table with his autobiography book on it "Tales of a Celibate Mad Man." I stifled a laugh deep inside because I am a classy well mannered Noodles no matter what that one legged stripper with the eyepatch says...I never stole her bible AND her pet turtle...But that's a different subject for another day.
I noticed Mo's house was rather well taken care of although I never knew there were so many Justin Bieber posters available...That and I had no idea someone had a collection of the Little Rascals Death Masks...Drat a dollar short and a day late.
I was excited to be there cus Mo said we'd get drunk on Yukon Jack and go fight crocodiles and hunt Aborigines...Or maybe vice versa I forget...Being down under in the land that gave birth to the group Men at Work and actor Yahoo Serious was messing with my brain...The way alcohol messes with a woman's taste in men on "Girl's Night Out."
Thank God for alcohol, questionable morals and my sweet ass or I never would have got laid in my 20's...I kept looking around to see if I saw my wooden clogs Mo had once borrowed...I NEEDED them for my Xmas party because as Wolfbane1000 once told me in a dream "A man is never more dapper then when he wears a sweet pair of clogs to go with his matching bolo tie."
So true...So true...I sat in Mo's sofa and started flipping through his magazines...Speedo's Monthly and International Male...Then I stopped...Scared.
Out popped Mo wearing white skinny jeans for fat people, candy jewelry on his neck and wrists, a whistle, a flipped sunvisor cap, black Nipple Tassels AND my damn clogs!...He yelled "Ready for the rave Mate?"
With anger in my voice I yelled back "Yes but only if you have another pair of tassels!
He did and his Mom took us in her mini van to the party...The End...Or is it?
As I walked into Mohawks73's house I passed by his coffee table with his autobiography book on it "Tales of a Celibate Mad Man." I stifled a laugh deep inside because I am a classy well mannered Noodles no matter what that one legged stripper with the eyepatch says...I never stole her bible AND her pet turtle...But that's a different subject for another day.
I noticed Mo's house was rather well taken care of although I never knew there were so many Justin Bieber posters available...That and I had no idea someone had a collection of the Little Rascals Death Masks...Drat a dollar short and a day late.
I was excited to be there cus Mo said we'd get drunk on Yukon Jack and go fight crocodiles and hunt Aborigines...Or maybe vice versa I forget...Being down under in the land that gave birth to the group Men at Work and actor Yahoo Serious was messing with my brain...The way alcohol messes with a woman's taste in men on "Girl's Night Out."
Thank God for alcohol, questionable morals and my sweet ass or I never would have got laid in my 20's...I kept looking around to see if I saw my wooden clogs Mo had once borrowed...I NEEDED them for my Xmas party because as Wolfbane1000 once told me in a dream "A man is never more dapper then when he wears a sweet pair of clogs to go with his matching bolo tie."
So true...So true...I sat in Mo's sofa and started flipping through his magazines...Speedo's Monthly and International Male...Then I stopped...Scared.
Out popped Mo wearing white skinny jeans for fat people, candy jewelry on his neck and wrists, a whistle, a flipped sunvisor cap, black Nipple Tassels AND my damn clogs!...He yelled "Ready for the rave Mate?"
With anger in my voice I yelled back "Yes but only if you have another pair of tassels!
He did and his Mom took us in her mini van to the party...The End...Or is it?
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