The weekend

Ummm... i think it was friday. My friend, who likes to call me a whore (his version is "hore", he obviously is a terrible speller) picked me up around 8 and took me to the house party in Flomo (aka Flower Mound, i guess he didnt know how to spell it so he used the self-made abbreviation). At the party he made me drink my first rum shot. I mean, really? Americans are wierd. They think sandwich in the morning is absolutely wrong, but rum shots before and after beer is totally acceptable?! There are some things i need to teach them about food and drinks, such as:

1) ketchup tastes absolutely amazing on everything, such as salad, meet, sandwiches etc

2) you drink vodka and tequila (if you want to wake-up naked in the bushes) shots, but not rum and whisky shots. Thats just the international rule of shots.

3) You do not drink beer mixed with rum shots, never. Unless you are planning a suicide in which case you can pretty much drink whatever, liqour with gasoline and Windex and sprinkles of washing powder on top.

For further food information email me on tiku2000@hotmail.com and i will give you a nutrition tip of the day by Tii.

Well back to my friday night party. We watched this OBrian TV talkshow, its the guy who was forced to move his show to another time by ABC channel, but he didnt want to, got pissed and did his last show about how much he is able to spend the ABC channel money for his last show. So he was spraying the original Mona Lisa painting with Calamari and stuff like that. It was pretty funny. Then we played that game with Ross and Chris (I usually just call him an ass, on better days) and Naomi. Well this game, it takes too long to explain, but its about telling embarrassing things so people start laughing and whoever does first, is a big fat looser. So Chris and Ross started bringing up all those things they have done together. LEt me tell you, these guys have shared some pretty heavy gey shit together... And they were proud of it. I preferred not to remember them. Honestly, you dont want to know. But of course they had to bring up my private "failures" as well, such as the bikini issue at Hurricane Harbour. I needed another rum shot, fast! I let my personal driver to kindly take me home. He ran like 10 red lights and absolutely failed to find my house and wanted to drop me off at the local bar. Just kidding, the last sentence was not true. But honestly, I loved hanging out with you guys, you know that. EVen though i didnt get to see the snake this time :D Im talking about Andys little creature that lives in the closet :D Cheers!