What Would Cletus Do?

Happy Velentine's Day...Again!

2009-02-15T05:31:00.000-08:00

It has been exactly one year since my last real post. So, I will begin where I left off. Happy Valentine's Day! I don't really mean that. I have finally got a working email, facebook and blog again. I will be updating regularly, I promise. I will have a new post up by tomorrow, or today, depending where you are reading this from.

Happy Valentine's blah...blah...blah

2008-02-13T00:59:00.000-08:00

Ah, it's that time of year again. The time of year when winter is finally beginning to fade away, there is a hint of spring in the air, and every mismatched pair of losers that happen to be currently 'shacked up' together can celebrate the fact that they are not alone.

I am not bitter. I have no problem with Valentine's Day itself. It's the people. It's the people that really get to me. "Gee, Doris, it be Valentine Day. Better throw on yer good t-shirt and jeans and we can head on over to the Legion and get shit-faced. Oh yeah, can you wear those crotchless panties I got ya for mudder's day?" Yeah, that kind of thing.

The celebration of love should be an everyday occurance and not just once a year. By taking part in this artarded holiday you are perpetuating the stereotype that everybody sucks! I know that love is totally necessary. Love is like a toll-bridge. It is annoying, it slows you down, it mucks up your plans, and we all have to go through one eventually.

Some old dude named Erich Segal said, "True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. " I think that this says it all. You can be happily in love, or whatever sort of situation you have going, and not do it with all of the bells and whistles. I know that I am not alone in saying that public displays of affection are not cool. They are blatant cries for attention. "Look at me! I am in love! I have someone!". Pathetic!!!

Well, that about sums up my Valentine's rant. But don't be disappointed, Easter is just around the corner and we all know how much I love those Christians!

I know negativity isn't the answer, I got it wrong on purpose.

My Edumacation Never Ends

2008-02-03T21:19:00.000-08:00

Since moving to Thailand I have been constantly learning new things. I have been discovering a different culture and different types of people here in this land of near psychotic, gun toting, bi-polar, cheating lovely people. Today I would like to focus on the different ways that my vocabulary has been expanding. This is mainly due to spending so much time with the English, Australians, Irish and Americans.

Here are a few examples of my new favourite words:

bogan: person who takes little pride in his appearance, spends his days slacking and drinking beer. I learned this word from Natalie. It is a popular Aussie slang word that is basically the same as white trash.

chav: mainly derogatory slang term in the United Kingdom for a subcultural stereotype fixated on fashions such as imitation gold, poorly made jewellry and fake designer clothing(often Burberry), combined with elements of working class British street fashion.

ginger: this word is pronounced like "singer" but with a hard 'g'. Like minger, this is a derogatory term for a person with Gingervitus: red hair, light skin, freckles and no soul. It is the same as ginger, pronounced like the spice, but sayin g the other way makes it much more offensive.

dirty sanchez: a disgusting sexual act. It involves the anus, feces, penis, and upper lip. I don't want to go in to detail about how the dirty sanches is done, but I will tell you that it ends with a woman having a moustache drawn on her upper lip with doo-doo on the end of a penis.

slag: one of my favourite words. From the U.K., it is used for a woman that has casual sex with many partners. Slag stands for "She'll Lay Any Guy".

That is the end of my vocab lesson for today, I must get to class now.

We Are Siamese If You Please...We Are Siamese And We Will Kill You!

2008-01-28T23:25:00.000-08:00

I Love Pig

Thai men are known to be sweet-talkers. But as one Australian girl discovered, some just cannot master that fine art. For confidentiality, lets call her.... Matalie.

After meeting randomly and being carted off to a karaoke establishment she decided that this was not the place for her. She returned to her hotel room without incident and quickly passed out.

Then there was a knock at the door. Without giving it much thought, Matalie opened up to see her Thai admirer standing there. I should also mention that he is a soldier and has a gun.

He professed his love for her there in the hallway. Then he said "I love pig!" Matalie did not immediately understand until he put his hands at his side to show the width of a lady that is most pleasing to him, and he repeated "I love pig!" He was clearly calling her a pig, but he meant it as a term of endearment.

He tried to enter the room, but Matalie managed to get him out and close the door.

Not long after there was another knock at the door. Of course Matalie knew exactly what was waiting on the other side, so she decided to ingnore it. Too bad for her, this guy was not giving up. He was going to get his 'pig' come Hell or high water. He continued to knock on the door for more than an hour. A steady knock....knock...knock...knock...

Eventually he did go away, but poor Matalie will never be able to erase that night from her mind.

That's Retarded!!

While listening to a live band with Tara and Yasmine, I also received a bit of unwanted attention. It was from a 'special' boy sitting at the table behind us. This guy was very 'special'. He had a huge head, the first sign of problems. His nose and eyes were very crooked, much like Sloth from the Goonies. He had all of his teeth, but unfortunately they were all crammed to one side of his mouth. And perhaps the biggest giveaway was that he could not stop drooling.

I am sure that his friends thought that they were being nice by taking him out of the house for a few hours and letting him have a drink or two, but if they are going to do this then they must take responsibility for him. They cannot allow him to just go around the restaurant and hug everyone...they hug sooo tight!

Eventually one of the friends realized that I was beginning to lose my patience with Corky, so they tried to drag him away. But within 30 seconds he was back at our table saying "you, you, you" and tapping on my arm. When I was about to bash his skull the friend came back and finally took him home.

There's Something About Paulie

During the winter festival Paul engaged in bedroom liasons with someone we will call Sybill. They had an okay time, but things became complicated when Paul was introduced to Sybill's friend, which we will call Hormel. What was never brought to Paul's attention was that Sybill and Hormel were more than friends, they were actually a couple. After he bagged both of them, Sybill returned to Paul's pleasuredome for a reinactment of previous events, but Sybill had other plans. While Paul was in the toilet, Sybill deleted Hormels's number from Paul's phone. Well, time goes by, seasons change, and Paul regularly sees Sybill and Hormel in his nightly activities. Hormel always tries to chat with Paul, but Sybill quickly pulls on the chain and draws Hormel back.

Things became quite heated last weekend when Hormel was caught conversing with Paul. Sybill immediately grabbed Hormel and took him to a corner. While in the corner Sybill unleashed quite the verbal lashing on poor Hormel. Hormel left the bar sobbing.
A few hours later after Paul returned to his room there was a knock at the door. It was Sybill! Sybill demanded to see Hormel, confident that he was hiding somewhere in Paul's room. Paul had to show Sybill every nook and cranny of the room to prove to Sybill that Hormel was not in the room.
Paul will soon be killed.

Me Love You So Long Time Forever

When there is an election in Thailand, all bars are closed. Poor Brad and Paul were so bored on Saturday night that they resorted to driving around looking for anyplace that may bend the law a little bit and let them have a good time.

The only place that they found was a karaoke bar. After being there for about 20 minutes, the waiter handed Brad a folded piece of paper and pointed to two women on the other side of the bar. He opened it, and it read "I need you so much". This was very forward, even for a Thai person. The two ladies then invited themselves to the boy's table and to the boy's whiskey. It was obvious that they were prostitutes, and it was also obvious that Brad and Paul wanted them to go away, but they did not. Nothing else really interesting to tell here.

This Is My Rifle....This Is My Gun

Romy also experienced a bit of the Thai crazies. She was dating a Thai soldier. They enjoyed a few weeks of fun, but Romy decided to end it. He did not accept this. There was a constant barrage of phone calls and text messages. I love you, I need you, I miss you. The usual. He even sent her his bank information with his account balance to try and entice her in to taking him back. But, the creepiness really began when he sent her a text message saying." This is my rifle...I am nothing without my rifle!" . Hearing that from a derranged Thai person is not Christmas.

I Don't Repeat Gossip, So Listen Closely!

I enjoyed a fun filled weekend in Nakhon Ratchasima with a lovely Thai named...( what was Glen Close's character's name in Fatal Attraction?) let's say, Ezmerelda.
My relationship with Ezmerelda lasted all of a week. As soon as I began to back away Ezmerelda became more and more needy. Saying things like, "I miss you so much, please call me!". It all came to a head with this text message: "If you do not answer my calls I am going to suicide myself!". Well, I don't respond well to threats, so I didn't answer. Ezmerelda didn't suicide. It is more than two years later, and Ezmerelda is still calling.

2008-01-21T03:45:00.000-08:00

My Issues With Thailand (Updated)

2008-01-18T06:13:00.000-08:00

I have now been in Siam, the land of smiles, for almost three years. For the most part it has been an amazing experience and I love this country, but I do have some problems with the kingdom that I would like to address now. I want everyone back home to know that I do love it here, but it would make me feel better to bitch for a while. I am going to do a top 10 list of my biggest annoyances.

10) Colour-Coded Clothing: Thai people think that it is totally normal for everyone to wear the same colour each day of the week. Monday was yellow King shirt day. Wednesday was provincial colour day, Thursday was traditional Thai wear day and Friday was blue Queen shirt day. This was annoying enough, but recently the King's sister passed away, so for the next 100 days, everyone in the country must wear black. I own one black shirt, and I do not plan to buy more black shirts. So, teachers and students are welcome to think that I am a skag for wearing the same shirt everyday. I don't care, I've had enough! Baaaaa!

9) The Powers That Be: Thailand claims to be a democratic country. Thats about all I want to say on the matter, because I don't want the Thai government to ban my blog.

8) Asian Drivers: Everyone in the west has heard of the streotype that Asians are terrible drivers. Well, judging from Thailand, it's true. They all drive like Mr. Magoo on crack.

7) Sexual Ambiguity: You never know who you are talking to. Is this woman really a man? Is this straight man really gay? Is this man really a woman? These are the questions that you must constanly ask yourself in Thailand.

6) The Smell: Thailand stinks! It is to be expected, since dumpsters sit in the unbearable heat for days. But, for a country that depends on tourists to survive, something needs to be done about that smell.

5) The Dogs: Thailand has a terrible dog problem. They are everywhere. Some of them are missing limbs, or have no hair. When you ask a Thai person why nothing is being done about the dog situation, they tell you it is because Thailand is a Buddhist country. Buddhists can't kill other animals. What the Feck? They would rather watch these stray animals suffer and starve to death than just put them out of their misery. Another unanswerable question in Thailand.

4) Making Friends, Losing Friends: One of the best things about Thailand is the great assortment of great friends that I have made. Sadly, they usually only hang around for a few months, then we are condemned to a lifetime of facebook friendship.( That's your future, Paul!)

3) Thai Teacher/Farang Teacher Competition: Many Thai teachers really like having foreigners around to help them and the students improve their English, but others are much less happy having us here. They think that we are threatening their jobs, which we are. They have been teaching english for their entire careers, even though many of them can't speak English themselves. The battle is on bitches!

2) Thai Music and Television: Awful!! I do enjoy Thai music that is more western influenced. But, traditional Thai music is so terrible!! It is whiney and shrill, and all sounds the same. I don't even want to go in to how terrible the Thai television shows are.

1) I Love You: For some reason, Thai people think that is perfectly normal to say I Love You to anyone at any time. If every person in this country that said I Love You to me was telling the truth, I would be the most loved man in the world. The problem that arises from this, is that you never know if they are telling the truth. I Love You can mean: I like you, I want money from you, I want to have sex with you, or in rare cases it can mean I Love You.

Youtube Myspace and I'll Google Your Yahoo

2008-01-12T04:32:00.000-08:00

" Tomorrow, tomorrow...I love ya, tomorrow!"

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Things got quite rough on Koh Samet. I am not sure why they allowed themselves to be photographed in this state. I would have been in the photo as well, but I was still inside sleeping it off.

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Hannah can be a little clumsy sometimes. So, for her own safety, it's best that she always wears a helmet.

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Manjula had a good night.

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This is Chris, Melodie, Thomas and Danny. I don't really have a story for this picture because I don't remember it being taken.

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This is what happens when Brad is given a camera. I thought that they wanted me to take a picture of the penguin.

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We get bored sometimes, so vogue-ing helps to pass the time.

True Canadians

2008-01-12T03:38:00.000-08:00

My godmother emailed me these pictures yesterday, and I thought that all of the Canadians that visit my blog would enjoy them. And it will also serve to reinforce all of the sterotypes that non-Canadians have about us.

Another Picture Post. See,,,I Have A Life!

2008-01-10T10:39:00.000-08:00

I would love to explain each of these picures, but to tell you the truth....I don't remember the background behind these pictures, or there is no story to tell. Hopefully, the pics will explain themselves.

P.S. I do not have Down's Syndrome...even though the pictures of me would lead you to believe otherwise!

A Pic That Requires Explanation

2008-01-10T10:21:00.000-08:00

So, It was a few weeks before Romy's birthday, and we decided that we needed a male stripper for her birthday. Hannah and I put Toby on the task of finding the right man to take his clothes off in front of a bunch of strange foreigners. He promised that it was no problem.

The night of Romy's birhtday, Toby assured us that a show was going to happen. Then, just before showtime, he informed us that he was going to be the main attraction. The only condition is that I, BRAD, joins him in his show. This is a total suprise to me, as everyone knows I do not dance. And taking my clothes off in public is included in that category. But, after peer pressure, and because it is Romy's birthday, we come to a comprimise. Toby will do the stripping, and I just have to stand still and be his stripper pole.

Yeah, I'm sure you are thinking that is no big deal. But, having a good Thai friend stripping in front of you and using you as an inanimate steel pole is much more disturbing than it sounds. But, everyone had a good time...and it is still one of the most talked about events in Lopburi folklore.

Well worth it, even though I thought that the birthday girl(Romy) and Toby's wife(Gift) would find it strange...they loved it. So, we pleased everyone. Glad to do my part.

Top 25 Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians

2008-01-09T23:50:00.000-08:00

I came across this on I-am-bored.com and thought that it was worth sharing. Do not bother looking at it if you are politically correct, or an old lesbian.

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=26947

Random Picture Post

2008-01-07T11:03:00.000-08:00

I have a great digital camera that I received from my parents before I came to Thailand, but I rarely use it. I rely on others to take great pictures, then I steal them. These pictures are stolen from Hannah's Flickr account and other places... enjoy.

Now You Can Leave A Comment Too!

2008-01-07T00:36:00.000-08:00

I have finally figured out how to set my blog so that anyone can leave a comment without signing up or putting in passwords. You can just click the comment button and say whatever you want!

This is a great opportunity for you. You could: send me death threats, leave disturbingly sexually graphic slurs, spread hate or just say hello.

Now none of you have any excuses. So, join the online sensation that has taken the world by storm and leave a comment on Brad's blog!

So This Was My Holiday....

2008-01-03T18:27:00.000-08:00

We had a very good holiday in Khon Kaen. It was very refreshing to spend some time in Thailand in a place other than Lopburi or Bangkok. Esaan is lovely because the people are much friendlier (and hotter), everything is cheaper, and it is not Bangkok!

The trip there was exciting. We rented a van to drive us the five hours to Khon Kaen. About an hour outside of the city, a motorcycle pulled out in front of us and the driver slammed on the brakes. I flew out of my seat and smashed in to the seat in front of me. I scraped my shoulder, elbow and knee but it wasn't too serious. And it was well worth it because I got to see Lou roll out of his seat on the the floor, it was like a cartoon.

Then, after we had been in Khon Kaen for all of 20 minutes, we found ourselves enjoying some traditional Esaan food at MacDonald's. I had something that the local people like to call a Filet-O-Fish.

The first night saw us going to a nightclub and then ***** some text missing due to the fact that family members may be reading this ***** with two whips and an electric cord!!!! Wow, craziest night ever!

The following nights saw much of the same. New Years Eve was quite tame compared to the other nights. We found ourselves at a big club, where I tried to pick a fight with the bouncer but he just kept laughing at me! But, we still had a good night.

We had lunch at the worst steak house ever. We had to place our order twice. Paul and Natalie got enough to feed an army, and it was all terrible(except the steak) and they couldn't figure out the bill. This just added to Paul's already deteriorating mood and mine and Natalies need to hide in our hotel rooms for a while and watch television.

Then, the trip home. We sat on a bus for 8 hours. But, we were still not home. That got us as far as Saraburi, and hour from Lopburi. Unfortunatelly, we had missed the last bus to Lopburi, so we had to stay at a hotel in Saraburi for the night. I have many things to tell you about this hotel, but that must wait for the next post. To be continued.....

Happy New Year!

2007-12-27T23:31:00.000-08:00

I will be heading to Khon Kaen in the morning, so I will not be in front of a computer until Wednesday. So, I would like to wish everyone a happy new year early.

Most people will be staying up late on December 31 to watch 2008 arrive. I, on the other hand, will be staying up past midnight to make sure that 2007 leaves and is never coming back.

Have a good one!

Asking Thai Teens To Be Creative Is Dangerous

2007-12-26T23:27:00.000-08:00

I was told that I would have to give all of my students a speaking test. These tests are always very boring, for me and the students. I decided that I needed to find a way to make it a bit more interesting for both of us. This is what I came up with: Instead of having a boring three minute conversation with them, I would have them pull three questions from a hat and answer them, the questions inside that hat would be written by the students, if they understand and answer the question satisfactorily they would get a good grade.

I thought that this plan was quite foolproof. Well, it was going very well, until I got to my Intensive English Program classes. Their English is much better than the other classes, so the questions were a bit more ....let's say, diverse!

I got the expected questions, like "What would you do if you had a million dollars?" or "Where would you go if you could fly?". But, the reason I am doing this post is because of the questions that I had to pull from the hat. I will give you a David Letterman style Top 10 list of the "best" questions that my students came up with. Remember, these are all real questions submitted my by students.

10) How can I make David Beckham fall in love with me?

9) What would you do if you learned your mother gave you HIV?

8) What do you do when you are alone in your bed at night?

7) What do you do if you make a bad smell on an elevator with someone?

6) How would you feel if you saw your boyfriend having sex with your brother?

5) Would you tell someone if you plugged the toilet with fecal matter?

4) Did you ever accidentally touch a dog's anus, like I did?

3) Did you ever watch your friend have sex from her closet?

2) What would you do with Mr. Brad if you could control his mind?

and the number one question is....

1) When you watch a pornographic move alone, what are your hands doing while you watch the pornographic movie?

Again, I have learned a lesson the hard way. I need to remember to be more strict with my guidelines and more specific with my directions. But, I guess if I did that I would have no good stories to tell. Praise Cletus!

My Christmas Show Was A Success!

2007-12-25T20:48:00.000-08:00

I was very worried that my students were going to make me look like the worst teacher ever. Fortunately, they totally shocked me. They did much better than I had predicted.

One class did a play about Christmas trees. The idea was that one of the trees was a poplar so could not be a real Christmas tree. After he isn't chosen on Christmas Eve, some angels and elves come and turn him in to the nicest Christmas tree in the forest. It's pretty gay, but at least it had none of that religious bullshit in it.

Another class did a play about Christmas traditions around the world. For Mexico they dressed in ponchos and danced to Feliz Navidad. For Russia they dressed like eskimos(for some reason) and did a tango. For Hawaii they wore grass skirts and did a hula to Mele Kelikimaka. For Japan they dressed in kimonos and danced to a Japanese version of Jingle Bell Rock. Then came America. Four girls dressed in slutty Santa outfits, dancing to Rocking Around the Christmas Tree. I was so proud!

Two other classes did random songs and dances. Everyone seemed really pleased. It is December 26th here now. I am writing this from school, with a bit of a hangover. Next is New Years weekend. We are planning on heading to Esan for the celebration. Four days in beautiful and exciting Khon Kaen. Hopefully I will have and interesting story to post after that trip. Praise Cletus!

Merry Christmas from Thailand

2007-12-24T04:47:00.000-08:00

I would like to wish everyone around the world a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I am not sure if anyone will actually see this holiday greeting, because I have no idea who is visiting this blog. How the feck am I supposed to know you have visited if you dont leave a comment every once in a while?? Eh, whatever...go to Hell. Merry Christmas!

A Video Tour of Lopburi

2007-12-18T21:43:00.000-08:00

Another video to show how 'exciting' Lopburi really is. WARNING!!! Throughout the video, you will hear shrill Thai women cackling and shrieking in the background. Praise Cletus!

Lopburi Monkey Feast

2007-12-18T05:40:00.000-08:00

I mentioned in my last post that the city of Lopburi is infested by monkeys. These monkeys bring a lot of tourists to Lopburi, so the people of Lopburi hold an annual banquet for the little vermon to thank them. This is a Youtube video of that feast. Praise Cletus! (Not the f'n monkeys)

Drawbacks To Living In Monkey City, Thailand

2007-12-15T06:11:00.000-08:00

Friday December 14, 2007, Pibul Wittiyalai School was invaded. It wasn't invaded by Muslim extremists or psychotic gun-wielding maniacs...it was invaded by a monkey.

Lopburi is known all over Thailand as the monkey city, because the entire downtown is ruled by monkeys. Sadly for me, my school is downtown.

Normally, the monkeys may come on to the school grounds and forage through the trash cans, but one crossed the line yesterday.

The monkey came in to the teacher's office, sat on a conference table, and started eating grapes. The Thai teachers did not seem too concerned about this. They scared it off and went back to their work. I guess that having to chase a monkey out of your office is not a big deal for them.

I hate those f*@$ing monkeys! If you walk by them on the street in the downtown area, they will steal your bag or camera, whatever they can grab. One of my students was put in to intensive care back in June after she was attacked by a gang of monkeys.

Like I said in the title, drawbacks of living in Monkey City, Thailand. Praise Cletus!

RESPECT OUR AUTHORITAHH!!!!!

2007-12-13T05:50:00.000-08:00

I found this picture on Mihaila's facebook page, and thought that it might make a good blog post. This picture was taken a few months ago on teachers day.

The basic premise is that students make little sculptures out of flowers and then present them to teachers. They lined up the foreigners (i'm the one at the far end), we sit in chairs, then the students come up to us, sit on the ground and bow, then present us with the flowers. I'm sure to an outsider that sounds "awe, they are so respectful!!", and yes, they are. Sadly, that respect only lasts until the end of the 60 minute ceremony, then most of them return to their normal little bastardly ways.

But, it does make one feel like a big shot, having students bow on the ground in front of you. So, it is a good confidence builder, even if it is a little creepy at the same time. Praise Cletus!

Normal News Day In Thailand

2007-12-03T02:14:00.000-08:00

Spanky Has Passed

2007-12-02T04:25:00.000-08:00

In lieu of flowers, you may send donations in the form of cash or money order to: Brad Fasquel, Lopoburi, Thailand.

Spanky Salladidiguyguy Fasquel

1993 - 2007

Hannah's Shame

2007-12-01T07:43:00.000-08:00

I am lazy. I wanted to do a post about the incident that happened a few weeks ago, but now I do not have to. Hannah posted it herself on her blog, so I can just copy and paste it onto my blog, and add a funny picture of Hannah shooting a gun. Enjoy.

Ok. This happened about 3 weeks ago but I've been too embarassed to share it with the world outside of Lop Buri (there isn't a soul in Lop Buri that doesn't know about it due to the fact the colour of my skin making me stick out like a sore thumb and the fact that I am always out and about).

Many many weeks, in fact possibly months, ago Keara and I went to play basketball. I wasn't playing particularly well so I gave up and decided to climb the frame of the basketball hoop. Giving my desire for climbing trees this seemed a perfectly natural thing for me to do. Realising that it was easy enough and that I had a good view of the park and Tobie's bar it became a bit of a regualr occurrence. I actively encouraged many people to join me. I prided myself in getting Brad up there one night (I love Brad but. other than drinking, he never participates in my activities). I had Manjula, Lou Bear, Ice, Brad and Natalie up with me. Never all at the same time though.

My ultimate mission was to get Romy up. She is much like Brad in that she doesn't do pointless things unless they benefit her in some way. The night we found out about our visas she came out of the toilet and said that she wanted to go up. I was shocked because she had alwasy been scared to go up claiming that it would fall down. I took her up on her offer and showed how easy it was to get up. Then Chris and Melodie, a couple who passed through Lop Buri on their travels but came back to visit us, came into the park and I shouted for them to join us. Everyone worried about it falling down and I told them all not to worry. I told them I'd had this many people up before, which I later had to admit was a lie.

It was as Melodie was asking Chris to hold her drink and climbing up the next bar that I felt it start to go backwards. I looked over at Romy who's face was one of pure terror. Everyone was falling forwards except for me. It seemed to happen in slow motion and I just kept telling myself that it would be ok.We hit the ground and all jumped up straight away. I immediately started trying to lift it back up and when I turned round to shout on the others to help me I saw them all skulking off and a sea of Thai people rushing towards me. Romy was yelling Brad's name like a banshee. Once it was established that everyone was ok (damn lucky really considering I fell on the base of my spine. It was probably my relaxed thinking that saved me from getting badly injured) the locals set about propping it upright.

I felt like the biggest tit in the world. The next night Tobie asked me if I wanted to go up the basketball frame and I replied that I never wanted to hear the word basketball ever again.We went to check out the new bar for the winter festival yesterday. Brad saw a bouncy castle and saidI suppose we're all gonna have to stop you from going on that thing when you're drunk?I said definitley but then asked him if I could go on it just the once.

So, lessons learned!