Traumatic Drunk Experiences
I feel severely traumatised right now. I don't think I can talk about. I'll talk about yesterday instead.
God... why is alcohol so evil? I should have listened to that hot born again christian in the octagon yesterday. His name was Rakesh. He was uber hot. He told me God could take away the lust for alcohol and drugs... We met in the octagon. We chatted for oh.. about 40 minutes while I was waiting for a certain person to arrive to meet me. Anyway, Rakesh said that four years ago he became a born again christian, was baptised and received the holy spirit. I thought that was cool. Then he told me that he spoke in tongues. I mean... wicked! Who wouldn't want to speak in tongues?!? lol. We chatted for ages. I was a bit.. hmm under the influence so didn't care too much. It was a great theological debate. A vast cosmological mishmash of philosophy, religion and history. He talked about prophets. I talked about the Englightenment. He talked about Elijah. I talked about Mendelssohn.
He said that all Muslims were crap. I like muslims. Especially hilarious muslims like our friend (whom i shall call N.), who last night confessed what a terrible muslim she was because a)she likes sleeping with random boys. b)ate bacon. c)likes alcohol. d)wears short skirts and e) eats during the fasting hours of Ramadan. N. also taught me a new word. HARAM! That means bad, it's something you shouldn't do... like..
Person A: N. likes alcohol.
Person B: That's Haram!
Deary deary me.. where on earth is this post going? Can someone please tell me that i ought to not get drunk and go on the internet when i get home. I mean, sure it makes for interesting reading the next day, but it's just all around embarrassing really.
My sincerest apologies for inFLICKting myself on you, on blogspot, and the rest of the known universe.
God... why is alcohol so evil? I should have listened to that hot born again christian in the octagon yesterday. His name was Rakesh. He was uber hot. He told me God could take away the lust for alcohol and drugs... We met in the octagon. We chatted for oh.. about 40 minutes while I was waiting for a certain person to arrive to meet me. Anyway, Rakesh said that four years ago he became a born again christian, was baptised and received the holy spirit. I thought that was cool. Then he told me that he spoke in tongues. I mean... wicked! Who wouldn't want to speak in tongues?!? lol. We chatted for ages. I was a bit.. hmm under the influence so didn't care too much. It was a great theological debate. A vast cosmological mishmash of philosophy, religion and history. He talked about prophets. I talked about the Englightenment. He talked about Elijah. I talked about Mendelssohn.
He said that all Muslims were crap. I like muslims. Especially hilarious muslims like our friend (whom i shall call N.), who last night confessed what a terrible muslim she was because a)she likes sleeping with random boys. b)ate bacon. c)likes alcohol. d)wears short skirts and e) eats during the fasting hours of Ramadan. N. also taught me a new word. HARAM! That means bad, it's something you shouldn't do... like..
Person A: N. likes alcohol.
Person B: That's Haram!
Deary deary me.. where on earth is this post going? Can someone please tell me that i ought to not get drunk and go on the internet when i get home. I mean, sure it makes for interesting reading the next day, but it's just all around embarrassing really.
My sincerest apologies for inFLICKting myself on you, on blogspot, and the rest of the known universe.
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