Sunday, April 16, 2006

Saturday Night Out

The first night out without disturbing for Nándi and me, with copious amounts of Hargita beer and he is turning 25! Just like me... We're all going to die... So in the last night's escapade it has happened again, which no human can understand... a series of fragments of insider jokes, most of them monosyllabic given the fact that acids in ye beer with our gastric juices and the alcohol has formed a pretty powerful neuroinhibitor which set loose the tides of laughter and chuckling, snorring, grunting and all unimaginable waveforms that would throw the engineers at Creative labs out of their socks! No sound card in the world can reproduce this... and oh by the way, I think it's easter! But today id first of all my best friend's birthday! So Jesus, sorry man, maybe next time, you cannot snorre, or grunt or laught at the mere word of "iptop" For now I conclude, so take care everyone, stupid women excluded, as always...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

ez bizonisten mind egy szállig így történt!

Chilibasilicum said...

Yes He can...you'd be surprised at the things He laughs at. But we always appreciate the ones with skin on. Ha. And P.S.: despite your misogynistic attitude of late, ye know I love thee anyway. ;-) (These phases come in waves besides.)