Monday, May 21, 2007

key words

Double Napover. One Person.

Revolving Table.

Pole dancing on.

Jaegermeister. Tequila. Nice.

Cane. Bad.

Colony. Cane. I Want To Punch Someone.

Colonic. Irrigation.

Male doondies. With cuppage. And hole in backside. Wearing. Me.

I fucking need you now tonight, I fucking need you more than ever. Karaoke. Colony.

Friend: “You always go for cocky, skinny guys.”

Question: Why are all cocky guys skinny? Why are all skinny guys cocky?

Chav talk finally gets me into trouble: “Your muvva works in a MacDonald's.” (This is my mother, and she's pleased to meet you too.) “Oh. I didn't mean that you specifically, worked there, Paul's mother.” (Well shut up then.)

Sleep. Deprived. Depraved. Result. Of.

Tea. Crumpets. Joburg Country Club. Falling Asleep On Couch. Dribble on chin.

Alcoholic. Me.

Family. Reunion. French side. Parlez-vousing. French cousins. Josette, Claude, Jean-Pierre, Helene, Not Coping. Falling Asleep. While eating Creole Curry.

Tumble down stairs. Thanks to killer heels. Holding a brie cheese. Which. Just remembered, have left in my car. And has been there now for 48 hours.

24 comments:

Don said...

Good weekend then?

Pete said...

YOU SANG MY SONG!!

Peas on Toast said...

Don - something like that. :)

Pete - and where the hell were you bugger? :)

boldly benny said...

I LOVE IT - that is probably the only song I'd sing on Kareoke, well that and Tiffany!

kyknoord said...

Wound. Self-inflicted.

Peas on Toast said...

Boldly - we sounded so bad, dude. So so bad.
:)

Kyk - well at east offer me a band-aid or somefink. Be a mate?

Revolving Credit said...

Revolving Table - sounds interesting!

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - Oh and there was a lot of Revolving Credit. Don't even want to see my credit card bill this morning.

Revolving Credit said...

So, you got to play with some skinny guy's cock.

Did you get take-aways???

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - no dude, no. You have it all wrong.

Didn't play with any members, and didn't have take aways.

ChewTheCud said...

Ah that brie car smell. I foresee a new range of car air fresheners on the horizon.... Well... They'll do something to the air in there...

Peas on Toast said...

Chew - god. Mature cheese smell in my car. There are better bad smells out there.

hot pink flush said...

You sang Bonnie Tyler? Without me? no pete, that's MY song!


here's how we know.
do you know all the words to the
a) radio edit
or
b) the jim steinman 8 verse extenda-mix?

if the answer is a) you're disqualified!

Peas on Toast said...

Hot Pink - I'm not sure I know the words of either version, mate. There was a whole lot of 'blah blah blah' in our special song as well.

High in Dubai said...

Sounds like an absolute ripper, bring on parteeeing Jozi style!

Peas on Toast said...

Dubai - and our mate C was a big part of all of the craziness :)

Koekie said...

I had Bonnie on top volume this morning on Denhaag FM! And I was thinking that nobody else could possibly understand how I was loving serenading myself in an empty flat.

But now I know... EVERYBODY understands.

Sounds like a goodie of a weekend!

Peas on Toast said...

Koeks - oh we understand babe, you're in good company here. In fact, you're welcome to pretend that we're all in DenHaagenwagen with you. xx

muddlepuddle said...

Legend.
Ur just a little legend.

Took me 10 minutes to get over the
"Male doondies. With cuppage. And hole in backside. Wearing. Me." bit.

In fact here I go again....
Tears peasypoo - t.e.a.r.s.

Peas on Toast said...

Muddle - you shoulda seen them on babe.

I think people look less horrific in gulag gear.

Bless your heart. :)

I are wearing the jean pant said...

Virtual brie cheese. Peas car now. Jean Pant waiting for.

Peas on Toast said...

Pant - I are loving how much you are loving cheese, dollface.

Here you go. It's a bit squashed from the fall though.
:)

I are wearing the jean pant said...

Cheese with everything. Even Icecream. Thankful for, Jean Pant are :)

MeeA said...

Oh, the torture, reading about such fun! When I was 18, I was banned from ever doing karaoke again. I don't really like to talk about it. Let's just say that "Bridge Over Troubled Water" had to have its arsehole reconstructed, that I never got back together with the boyfriend who'd just dumped me and that I never did an Ingrid Jonker off Sea Point after all, having got off the train in Stellenbosch and made the acquaintance of a man who looked like Jesus and shagged like the Devil...