Sunday, March 19, 2006

Interesting facts on my siblings

Happy sunday morning everyone. I hope you all had a great weekend and that your heads are still functional. At least functional enough to read about my Saturday.

I went to a party at my older brothers apartment again. These parties are always great fun. I think there where people there from at least 10 different nationalities, and with a great mix of interests. Of course these kinds of parties are the best ones. Unluckily I had to go early as I had to work today, but I guess some of my brothers friend will have a hard time today.


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I actually had a blind date at this party. I didn't knew about it and neither did the poor girl who was supposed to hook up with a drunken kid 10 years younger than her. But my brother and the woman who lives with him, Miss. M, thought it do be a great idea. Next time I promise to speak clearly and to be interesting, but you could have told me about this before you gave me that milk glass of vodka. It seems like the game "How drunk can we get the young kid?" is a favourite at these parties.

I also managed to slap one of my brothers friend on the ass. To my surprise she did not bitchslap me back. For me thats a proof on how far back the women liberation struggle has gone.

But it was an especially interesting party because some people knew things about my siblings which was completely new to me.

So Emily, I wonder if you remember Mr. J, the boyfriend of Miss. M, who lives with our brother. According to his story I doubt if you remember him, but he for sure remember you. This might recover your memory:

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My brother claims it to be a bad idea to tell such stories to me as I tell them on. I don't understand his logic. At least I won't tell anyone if you bring me one of these Ophera mechanical babies with you from the states. If not, I am not sure if I can control my mouth.

Its really weird actually. My siblings have actually stopped telling me personal thing. Can anyone understand why?

Another interesting fact I heard made me really curious. I did not quite get the story as my "Tabloid news radar" clearly went of the hook. The storyteller, a friend of my brother, stopped telling when I started to drool. That was maybe not the best thing to do, but quite understandable as the story did contain my brothers name combined with the word "porn".

I guess it was a hell of a story, but I pushed it to hard. The fact that I was taking notes down was maybe a giveaway. Next time I will bring a hidden recorder. That would be something. Maybe my sibling will buy me one?

Anyhow the party was great fun, and I am looking forward to the next one, that would be if I'm ever invited again.

1 Comments:

At 3/20/2006 04:29:00 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Noen snakker mye og vet lite, noen snakker lite og vet mye, se paa denne bloggen ole, og du skjoenner hvorfor jeg og kjell liker aa holdemunn bedre enn deg. 

Posted by Emily

 

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