My dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow
What do you MEAN I’m too competitive?! I’m not competitive! In fact, I’m the LEAST competitive. You wanna race? You wanna fuckin race to see who’s the least competitive?! Let’s fuckin race!
So…my rugby team had a BBQ…it was successful for the most part….food was cooked an eaten…but there was a teeny lil’ fire that started when we were all inside eating…
Our response to seeing it though was impeccable. We all ran inside and grabbed whatever we could to fill with water. Fire was put out and we resumed eating and had a good laugh about it.
My teammates have such high regards in my ability to get numbers lol. I got zero at the Tegan and Sara concert in CoMo, but the concert was amazing nonetheless!
Donated blood today! I also gave the floor a bit of blood as well…accidentally. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the red stretch band thing around my arm, so blood started pumping out of my arm and onto the floor at the snack table. I was calm about the situation, applying pressure. The frat bros working the table however were not. A nurse came by, asked me what happened and I said, “I guess I got too excited about getting a slice of pizza?” She laughed, patched me up, and asked how I was feeling, and I said “hungry.”
Last night, the seniors and I created a scavenger hunt/house drinking station game night. It was a very successful night to say the least.
Sadly, we never made it to the last station, but it was probably for the best.