B-Day Blog From Last Week

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So last Wednesday was my birthday. I had a nice day to myself. I pretty much prefer this since I tend not to enjoy birthday celebrations in my honour. There have been a few times, but, those are few and far between. Amongst these great experiences are the following:



19th B-day:



This is quite memorial for a myriad of reasons. I think alot of it results from the fact my dad was in the Philippines and therefore I had the house to myself. The actual celebration occured a month after my birthday, but, it was fun nonetheless. Of course whenever you have massive amounts of alcohol, drugs, and young people there is bound to be some nonesense.



So on this event went. I got royally trashed as they would say. Friends were trying to make houshold items into bongs, one brought a "brick", and I puked projectile vomit in the vein of the "Food Critic" in "Something Completely Different". All while "Blackadder Comes Fourth" played on the tube. All was good.



Surprise B-Day:



My friends decided to hold one for me and I fell for it hook line and sinker. This was the first time I actually experienced this first hand. It was awesome. Especially since I don't like celebrating my birthday.



Dave made some lame excuse about me having to help him grab a chair from his work at Water Street Cafe. I go upstairs to help and was met with a "Surprise!!!"



I was surprised to be honest. Jay McKinley had his doubts, but, that is mainly due to my inability to emote. I'm a horrible actor.



So we had dinner and booze. It was great.



In the end Georgio the manager offered me "a man's drink". I accepted. This turned out to be a glass of grappa. I downed the jet fuel pretty quick. The big ol' Italian seemed impressed. He offered me another. I again accepted. Same result. He's liked me ever since. As my friends would say, "Good times." :D



Dass' Uncle's Place:



This one time we celebrated my b-day at the subtitle above. The reason for this was because Dass was house-sitting for his uncle while he was away. His uncle also happened to be gay and possessed a huge collection of hardcore gay porn videos. To put things in perpespective, one cover aptly called "Fisting" and had a Dave Babytch look-a-like dressed in bondage gear, a PVC glove up to his elbow, and some dogs in the background.



Whenever my friends drink we have these pseudo summer camp rules. Basically, if you are the first to pass-out you are in a shit load of trouble.



The victim for this and almost every other outing was Lensky. It does not help matters when he acts like an ass when he drinks. Therefore, he pretty much asks for the torment we put him through.



In our possession were a shitload of hardcore gay porn, a polaroid camera (Hey yaaaaaa . . .), and a passed-out Lensky. So we decided to make a compromising photo. We paraded the vid covers around his head and were about to take a picture. Hold on! We decided to make the photo even worse. First we experimented both liquid soap and hand lotion to which looked more "life-like". We decide on the former and trickled the substance down the side of his mouth. Then click!!!



We made two copies. One for ourselves to display upon provocation. The other we left in his inside jacket pocket for a surprise.



This Year:



This time around I decided to watch 2 films and bought some comics. I will elaborate upon this next time.



Later Days.



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