I broke up with him. I know, everyone will be jumping for joy and I know I will get a host of I told you so comments as wellas joey was right and youre dumb comments, but I dont mind. I guess I really was being pretty stupid to see someone 10 years older than me as anything more than a good friend. I still will hang out with him and chill and stuff, but it will be as friends, nothing more. I found another prospect at ogre bash, but that will be part 2 of this post.
part 2: why I have a hand-print bruise on my ass, why mo is called WW1 vet or sloth, why luke is scarred, and how the river gang managed to DJ a wedding, cater a party, and still manage to bnot have anyone dead. Hand print bruise is easy: Duke Porn took a good whack at my ass as I laid out on a rock tanning with Myia. It buuurrrrrrns. a lot. MO is sloth from the goonies: when hes drunk he makes all these grunting noises, which Brandon and I heard from ourr tent, so I holler "MO LOVE CHUNK!!" which causes the drunkards at the fire to laugh uncontrollibly. He is WW1 vet becuase he fell trying to get to teh fire to get aide to the bathroom, and pulled himself 1 handed in the dark towards the glowing pit. Caroline found him. It was sad. LUke fell in the fire and managed to get the hell beaten out of him by Caroline and I. Myia rocked her tent with the new boy in her life kevin... the bluldge kept on moving. I laughed. Hard. She got a standing O when she came out of her tent. There was a wedding by the river aat the cite next to us. We helped by blaring bloodhound gang for hours out of luke's truck. Jeremy got drunk and got lost on the was back to camp; he wandered in about 3 hours afterhe left to go showed and passed out. We all thought he was dead, but he wasnt. The moral of this weekend is : Do not mix Brandy, Jagermeister, Budweiser, Vanilla Vodka, RedRum, Scotch and Chalupas. Mo learned the hard way for me to share this all with you. Keep on rockin' Beware teh Nazi Tits and remember: MO LOVE CHUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!