If you talked to any person from each of our respective high schools they wouldn't believe that these days girls actually let us touch them (Hell, Siege even gets paid to take pictures of him touching them!) If someone had managed to harness our combined adolescent sexual angst, we could've powered New York City for several days.
After a few stiff drinks, our fawn-lashed friend finally had enough liquid courage in him to get up on stage and pop his cherryoke (pronounced to rhyme with karaoke).
After dinner, I stopped over at Miye and David's to bring them to their first ever Sid & Buddy Monday night karaoke. If not for his hot-ass wife, I'd swear David was a flaming queen - While goading him to hurry up in the bathroom I whipped out my cam and managed to catch his metrosexual ass in the middle of CURLING HIS FUCKING EYELASHES! I went back out the living room to inform Miye that I'd just caught her husband using her eyelash curler thingy to which she replied "My eyelash curler's in my purse. That's David's very own eyelash curler." And there you have it.
