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oh yes, hard gay is always good. Thanks to the many hard gay men who fill my life with such laughter. Notice if I do not capitalize the Hard Gay like so, and just go hard gay, different connotations are taken in standard.

So on Sat, I had to pump balloons. I like to think that pumping 50 odd balloons is an achievement of some form, and that making old pple and the young take these balloons all in the simple desire to advertise our fine store, is a good thing. Of course, I have no soul as well but who does?
Sat night, popped by Rat's place for the stayover. Which of course involved... food. Lots of it. like pizzas and KFC and other delicacies. Oh yes... did I mention I had no soul? Plenty of times.
Watched the Producers (for the third time), and then Big Momma's House 2, and then pirate porn, and then Ju-on, which to the life of me, is a very odd, mildly scary movie.
And man, was the night cold. Nights are HELL COLD, when there arent any nice thick comforters for you to snuggle in. Which I didn't. Thus the cold. Make the connections pple, think fast.

Sunday came about and I found Neth. Lunch, bought dvds, and popped by ly's place to visit... er... disturb her. Convinced her to go out with us and then fell down her stairs.

Yes

Her stairs felled me. I was innocently walking, nay, standing on these treacherous steps when they decided, against all Godly morality, to tip and make me fall. The socks I had on had a hand in it too I reckon. Bastards all. So I fell, on my bum, on every step down. You should have heard me, every swear word cascading out of my orifice like a torrent of sparkling water out of a German Faceut (spelling). But I survive. But my ass aches. Bastards all.

Night came by soon, and I got to wear my beautiful jacket that everyone made a fuss about (intent completed), and made fun of (expected). Wanted to go to Meccabah, but some of them werent really that keen. Had stone grill instead, and as much as I want to say I was disappointed with it....... it was really disappointing. I mean, the food was mighty decent, I cant complain there, but the service. The Service. That's the kicker aint it? Being from a customer service background, I abhor (read: abdominal whore) bad cust service. 20 minutes for a menu after asking 3 times, 50 minutes for food, that is bad cust service. Sigh. Where's my turkish pizza?

slept, then monday, then home, after acquiring The Producers cd, and believe me, I have gotten my fix. Ahhhhh.......

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