Things that a horde of drunken partygoers at my neighbours house have said in the last five minutes…
“Noooo, set it on fire!”
“You have to make it bigger.”
“Noooooooo… fuck yeah!”
“And then she wanted to go get pizza.”
“Eat the dog! Eat it! Eat it!”
“It’s an orange.”
“Weeeeeeee are the championsssssss my frienddddddsssss and we’ll keep on fuckingggg till the enddddddd.”
I would love to know what this stimulating conversation is regarding.
I bet they were discussing post modern feminisn in the context of the downfall of the textile workers during the industrial revolution.
I thought they were watching porn, but Keg’s response makes more sense…
Hey, thanks for that Twitter invite thingy. Pretty damn funny, innit?
Personally, I have a hunch they’re discussing divergent interpretations of sublimated trauma in the later work of Proust, but Keg might still be right.
Yes – I think Keg is spot on 🙂
The social ramifications of imposing neo-capitalist ethics on a third-world neo-despotic society?
It boggles the mind. Mine certainly is. Boggled, I mean.
Ahh, dunk people are always great.Â But seriously, that was me.Â And yes, Keg was correct.
Oranges are bullshit. Fucking oranges…
I think they were grilling hot dogs some shelia didn’t have faith and wanted to order a pizza, they were getting desperate and were about to eat the dogs raw when they got the fire going and made it bigger. success! which always means it’s time to sing songs by queen. 🙂
Haha! What an interesting, intelligent and stimulating conversation they were having! I love listening to drunk people.