A poster inside of a night spot that I used to frequent on Wednesday nights with Stimpy. These little facts were always SUPER fun to read after 11teen Sex-On-The-Beach-es. "HAYYYYY. Did...*stumble*...did you know thaaaat *pause* thaaaat cli...clinoffffo...*drool...giggle* that chlamydia is a fear of beds! BWAHAHAH"
You remember when we took guitar lessons? Yeahhhhhh. I can't bridge my fingers for shit, guys. I don't know how that's possible considering how much I type, but I've been diagnosed with "YourNeverGonnaPlayGuitarSoStopTryingSillyHo" syndrome. Literally, my finger bridging skills are the same sober as they are when I'm swoony faced drunk - just ask Lor! She was there the fateful night in GVille 1.0 when we were attempting guitar with Toper.