They see me rollin, they hatin, patrollin and tryin to catch me ridin durty.
Went out to a club last night, pretty entertaining. Of course I got slammered, what can you expect out of me? Man, I now believe that Houston is America's fattest city. Seeing giant fat people of every race, jiggling to the latest club tracks....grinding each other *shudder*. Seriously, I thought the bar was all the hot people came out to strut their stuff. Even the beer tub girl, who in Calgary is the absolute hottest girl, untouchable, carved out of stone; in Houston, she had a pretty big ponch, and was in a bikini.
Check out this article from Esquire: Clicky!
I've recently tried the whole maintaining eye contact until the other breaks contact with you, and it does give you power. All of a sudden I've got people smiling to me, coming up to talk at the bar, willing to the "extra mile" at restaurants, and weird enough a lot of people grabbing my ass at the bar. Maybe that isn't due to eye contact though.
I had an absolutely wonderful Saturday, my parents would be proud; somewhat anyways. Chilled out with Yann (one of the Frenchmen), had brunch, and promptly drank coffee whilst playing backgammon. Theeen, we got a bunch of beer and played poker. I like playing for no money, because then I don't lose any hahahaha.
Man, Murphy's Law holds true exactly when you don't want it to. A meta-Murphy's law if you will. The one time we needed to find a restaurant relatively quickly (because everyone was dragging their asses to get ready for the bar), there was none in sight. What the hell this is Houston!?!?! I should be able to find a restaurant anywhere!
I also had this crazy drunken dream last night. Atheists created a place to...not believe I guess, but a minister of types got ahold of it and turned it into a religion of sorts. Preaching to the choir and whatnot. I thought it was pretty entertaining. Also earlier in the dream I was going to people who annoyed me in the bar and punching them in the face. hahahaha.

EDIT: Here's a very, very interesting blog post I found: Click me!
Went out to a club last night, pretty entertaining. Of course I got slammered, what can you expect out of me? Man, I now believe that Houston is America's fattest city. Seeing giant fat people of every race, jiggling to the latest club tracks....grinding each other *shudder*. Seriously, I thought the bar was all the hot people came out to strut their stuff. Even the beer tub girl, who in Calgary is the absolute hottest girl, untouchable, carved out of stone; in Houston, she had a pretty big ponch, and was in a bikini.
Check out this article from Esquire: Clicky!
I've recently tried the whole maintaining eye contact until the other breaks contact with you, and it does give you power. All of a sudden I've got people smiling to me, coming up to talk at the bar, willing to the "extra mile" at restaurants, and weird enough a lot of people grabbing my ass at the bar. Maybe that isn't due to eye contact though.
I had an absolutely wonderful Saturday, my parents would be proud; somewhat anyways. Chilled out with Yann (one of the Frenchmen), had brunch, and promptly drank coffee whilst playing backgammon. Theeen, we got a bunch of beer and played poker. I like playing for no money, because then I don't lose any hahahaha.
Man, Murphy's Law holds true exactly when you don't want it to. A meta-Murphy's law if you will. The one time we needed to find a restaurant relatively quickly (because everyone was dragging their asses to get ready for the bar), there was none in sight. What the hell this is Houston!?!?! I should be able to find a restaurant anywhere!
I also had this crazy drunken dream last night. Atheists created a place to...not believe I guess, but a minister of types got ahold of it and turned it into a religion of sorts. Preaching to the choir and whatnot. I thought it was pretty entertaining. Also earlier in the dream I was going to people who annoyed me in the bar and punching them in the face. hahahaha.

EDIT: Here's a very, very interesting blog post I found: Click me!
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