keep your drink just give me the money...

To all the people standing on the train platform, whilst I pissed
myself laughing this morning. (Oh, and the ones who were looking at me,
as I was still laughing walking up the main city street):

Yes, yes it was very funny.

You see a very good friend of mine who I haven't seen in literally years
has moved back to Melbourne and we caught up last night. It's just like
yesterday, the only thing that has changed is that we're a bit older and
wiser (but definitely no less wild and crazy.) So we've been spending
our days reminiscing about the things we used to get up to- each
reminding the other of the things that we'd forgotten.

And this morning I get an sms from her that reminded me of something
that I would never have remembered if she hadn't brought it up. You see,
we used to hang out at e55 a lot, drinking tllbs and just generally
having a good time. (In fact, we still do.) But there was this one time
(at band camp) where we got kicked out for being drunk. I always
remembered that we weren't really that drunk, but couldn't remember why
the bar guys thought we were drunk. But she remembered and sent me an
sms this morning- it was because we were in fits of laughter over this
man trying to show us his red pubic hair...

Yes, I'm sure we managed to flatten a man's ego that day.