Mmmm tasty!
Guess what!
You're all in for an amazing, sweet treat. You get a second update all in the same day! Ooohhh, awww. Okay, so it's not so much a sweet treat as a salty load of hate. Also known as a potatoe chip. Look!
Here is the real news though.
On the 8th I went to a club on the Buda side of the river. I escorted 3 girls there! That's right. Guess who is a player. One lady was on each arm and the other was, ummmm..., running her hands through my thick, long golden locks. In all honesty though, I had a great time with the ladies, and in my unmistakeable suave way I have succesfully wandered into friend territory with all 3 of them. CRAP! Oh well. Friends are friends.
On the 10th, my roomate and I went to a wine festival they had in the courtyards of the Palace and I got freakin hammered. In my infinite wisdom I wore a white shirt and khaki shorts, and I managed to cover every inch of them in red wine. Good times though. Even in my stupor I was able to pick up a few phone numbers from some of the Hungarian women, and they were the booth operaters no less. I still have it, yeah. I would like to thank my Dad for passing on his "able to pick up girls" gene along with the "attractive no matter how drunk" gene. You're the man!!
Sorry but there are no pictures of either of these adventures. Well, I'm off to scrub wine stains out of my clothes and to check and see if the phone numbers are real. I'll post again soon enough, but I figure you'll need the break from the salty explosion that you just experienced.
You're all in for an amazing, sweet treat. You get a second update all in the same day! Ooohhh, awww. Okay, so it's not so much a sweet treat as a salty load of hate. Also known as a potatoe chip. Look!
It even come with the image of Jesus on it!
Here is the real news though.On the 8th I went to a club on the Buda side of the river. I escorted 3 girls there! That's right. Guess who is a player. One lady was on each arm and the other was, ummmm..., running her hands through my thick, long golden locks. In all honesty though, I had a great time with the ladies, and in my unmistakeable suave way I have succesfully wandered into friend territory with all 3 of them. CRAP! Oh well. Friends are friends.
On the 10th, my roomate and I went to a wine festival they had in the courtyards of the Palace and I got freakin hammered. In my infinite wisdom I wore a white shirt and khaki shorts, and I managed to cover every inch of them in red wine. Good times though. Even in my stupor I was able to pick up a few phone numbers from some of the Hungarian women, and they were the booth operaters no less. I still have it, yeah. I would like to thank my Dad for passing on his "able to pick up girls" gene along with the "attractive no matter how drunk" gene. You're the man!!
Sorry but there are no pictures of either of these adventures. Well, I'm off to scrub wine stains out of my clothes and to check and see if the phone numbers are real. I'll post again soon enough, but I figure you'll need the break from the salty explosion that you just experienced.
posted by Charles at
7:12 AM
3 Comments:
DID you get ''drunk?????and another thing is HAHAHAHAHA!!!you sure motivated the hungarian girls ^^*...by spilling wine ALL over ur WHITE shirt!
-Ur little sister a.k.a Jane
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Anonymous, at September 15, 2006 6:35 PM
HI C.J'S FRIENDS!!!^^*
-C.J annoying sister
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Anonymous, at September 15, 2006 6:37 PM
Dad said, nice pics! Leave the statues in churches alone! Spilling wine all over yourself...whats the matter with the nice american boy??? Next time you go out drinking, bring a bottle of spray and wash. Have fun!
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Anonymous, at September 19, 2006 4:20 AM
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