After docking the boat, I watched in horror / amazement as I saw this water snake catch a fish and drag him out of the water to eat him on the grass. Crazy!
My fiddle leaf fig tree had some holes in the leaves and upon further investigation I found some kind of bug infestation and had to clean all the leaves.
Later that evening I realized that Maddy had been catching and eating more mice when she calmed walked up next to me and then vomited tiny spine bones. GROSS!
Before adjourning the party, we played a round of the fantastically-terrible BeanBoozle! You spin a spinner to determine which color jellybean you eat. But each "color" has 2 different flavors, a good one and and a terrible one! It could be Chocolate Pudding or it could be Dog Food! Buttered Popcorn or Rotten Egg? Peach or BARF? You get the idea. Made us all laugh (and gag) a lot.
I was in the home office up late editing photos and I heard Maddy all kinds of strange honking noises. I figured she was throwing one of her toys around like she sometimes does. I came out fifteen minutes later to get some water and found her happily wagging her tail and chewing on an unfamiliar toy, which, upon further examination, turned out to be a mouse that had foolishly dared to run through a Maddy-patrolled hallway. She was so proud of her catch.
Here's a closeup! Her entire back was COVERED with hundreds of tiny blisters that had all dried up and her skin was started to slough off in big sheets. Ewwwwww!
I was walking down the narrow stone staircase that's cut into the hill that descends to Ellen's house and I almost walked face first right into THIS orb-weaver. Ooof! Look at his spiky legs. He was the size of a quarter, easily!
Time to check in and see how everyone's feeling after Ming Dynasty Buffet! My mom was totally full but my dad was fine. (He is the kind of person responsible for the restaurant's need to alter the MAXIMUM BUFFET TIME hours. Haha)
Hello, New England! Who in the world drinks a TWENTY-FOUR OUNCE can of Budweiser and Clamato (yeah, that's tomato juice and CLAM JUICE in case you didn't know)? It makes the huge Sparks can look tiny!
A little before 5pm, our team that had split up into groups in order to maximize the number of things we could collect, reconvened at Taco Chulo in order to rack up some big points! The item in question? "10 Points for a team member doing tequila shot at taco chulo (+5 for each additional TM. +5 for body shots)" We, of course, all opted to go for the extra 30 points and do body shots! I requested 6 shots of the absolute shittiest and cheapest tequila they had and the bartender proudly held up this bottle of LOS GENERALES! Hahah. Perfect!
The entire time we were eating it, we were wondering why it tasted so bacony. The mystery was solved when I lifted up my cheese and found....a piece of bacon! Gross! (I think they also must've used bacon fat or something in the dough). Fucking, Texas.
Then I returned to my new room at Chez Sarah. Before leaving her room to me for the summer, Gurj explained that the air conditioner in the room "didn't work all that well." I pulled out the air filter and realized why - it hadn't been cleaned...ever. After I'd managed to fill up half of a giant styrofoam coffee cup with the gunk I cleaned out of the filter, the AC worked just fine. Score!
...holiday-themed bathroom grafitto (which is the gramatically correct singular form of the more commonly misused "graffiti") that was scribbled above the urinal in the Ledgewood Mall bathroom. Check out her festive elf hat! And hey, is that a bell on top?
I went out of town for a few days to attend my cousin Chris' wedding, when I got back into town, there was a note from my roommate on the door saying she'd also gone away for a few days. The note explained that she'd left some food out for Herman (her cat) but that he'd probably need more by the time I got back and to please feed him. In the summertime, most people would leave a cat a bowl of DRY CAT FOOD, right? Well, not Vic. By the time I got home, the bowl of wet cat food she left for him had transformed into a swirling, writhing bowl FILLED with maggots. (See, that's the thing about my site - you may get to see two stupidly hot girls smooching, but you also have to deal with nonsense like this. Sorry.)
Right around this time on of the girls that had been sitting on Lindsay's bed (I don't remember who) starting screaming "Oh my god, we're all sitting in a HUGE cumstain! Ahhhh!" Linday came running into the room and tried to assure us all that it was a "bleach stain" but no one was buying it.
This is why it's always better to just wait for one of the urinals to open up. Venture into a stall at a rock show and you never know what the fuck you're going to see. Is that someone's shirt in there? How does that even happen?
Once he was sure he had the park's attention (and after he'd ejaculated in his shorts) he went on to give his dog a drink of water by pouring the water into his own mouth and then letting the dog lap his fucking face. He did this like 3 feet from where Fatty and I were sitting, totally showing off for the cam. When he was all finished, he looked over at us and smiled and I turn, held up the camera and took....
This photo is a perfect metaphor for what Lit's like sometimes: A turd on the edge of the toilet seat of your otherwise perfect night. (Hmmm...maybe this comparison would make more sense if the toilet wasn't also filled with vomit. Gross).
Sweet Maria, look at that payload! Grant masks up to protect himself from Dash: Poo Terrorist. Grant ended up having to use the better part of a box of baby wipes, while I played the part of the bad friend who took pics from a safe sideline distance.
...crazy-ass baby diarrhea. Grant and I were sitting on the couch and all of a sudden we smelled something that reminded us of a really sharp block of cheddar that had gone bad.
On the way home I was hungry again so we stopped at Subway. Tara, who was still feeling sick from White Castle, used my sandwich bag to block out the smell of my giant meatball hoagie. Hahahaha.
Here's me leaning in and making eating noises trying to get Grant to make good on his threat. (I figured worse case scenario, if he actually did throw up, we could just put one of the huge soda-pails in front of him to catch the mess!).
After we polished off the first bucket, Grant was feeling pretty sick. Fatty and I started on the second bucket and Grant was like "Please stop eating you guys. Seriously. I'm so full the sound of you eating is going to make me throw up."
In case any of you were wondering what the bottoms of a person's feet would look like after walking around on a drink-soaked, ash laden bar basement carpet - here you go. Seriously, I can't think of anything grosser than this picture....
After Doogie and Keanu, I thought that there'd be no where to go but down. But then I managed to snap this pic of The Sweatiest Armpit Guy Ever. Suh-weet!
In the bathroom I found birthday boy Brian Chambers decked out in rubber gloves **cleaning up shit off of his bathroom floor!** Can you fucking believe it? Someone, an actual human person, pooped on the floor in the middle of a big, well-attended party. If you look in the dictionary you'll see that as soon as an act of bathroom floor poopery is committed, a party (pronounced PAR-tee) officially becomes a par-TAY! (If you or anyone that you know has information regarding the identity of the perpetrator of this heinous crime, please come forward and help us identify him or her.)