Boy, Rod, you did miss a lot! You don't remember Byczko
and I turning
the
party up a notch after midnight. I'm
not sure who brought all
those
girls to the party, but C-Bizz and I brought 'em to the peak of
ecstasy! It all started when a bunch of Popstar-worthy
U of T coeds
showed
up looking to party. My main man Byczko
and I invited 'em
back
to one of the rooms, where we played a little truth or dare that
got
just plain randy! Byczko _____ ___ ___ began ___ this cute
little
bottle-blonde ____ _______ while a ______ _______ went ____ __
__
a la B4-4. Before Chris and I could
give each other a high five
the
thing had escalated into a full-scale ___-__-___ ____. We ____
__
__ for about two and-a-half hours before the poor girls tiredly
returned
to their residence. After cleaning up
the considerable mess
we
noticed Rod passed out under a pile of coats.
What
a guy. Afterwards, Byczko and I rejoined the party only to find a full-blown
karaoke
jam had begun. Timmy and I did a classic
duet of "I Don't
Know
Much" (Timmy as Aaron Neville, me as Linda Ronstadt) and the
chicks
began to swoon. A scene from "Hard
Days Night" ensued and
Timmy
and I had to jump out via the back balcony in order to escape
the
suddenly packed house of ________-_______ young girls. We were
soon
joined by C-Dog and Jer, who had just gotten back from a
Dine-And-Dash
at Nickel's. I asked Jer if he felt bad
about stealing
money
from Celine Dion's pockets, and he dismissed it by shrugging
and
saying, "____ the _____."I don't know exactly what happened next, but
eventually I found
myself
tied down in the backseat of a humvee driven by a bunch of
leather-clad
_______ Quebeckers who apparently thought of me as some
sort
of a deity. The last thing I remember
is the car started to
swerve...Also
Rod, you spilled my drink all over my good Helene Curtis
sweater,
you bastard.
Happy
Birthday, Rod and Howell. What did I
leave out, boys?
Devman