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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, July 23, 2001

We were suppsed to: be doing the Floor Crawl, moving from floor to floor and drinking and doing the usual college thing.

Hah!

We actually: ended up playing Twister all night, round after round, cramming up to seven people on the board at once. Full-contact Twister, with heaving, pushing, even crash-tackling allowed. The combination of Twister mat and carpet meant that it slid all over the place. Twice I got heaved off head-first, in a stunning removal by various people. More times than I could conveniently count, I head-butted opponents off the mat to cries of: "Hey! Bitch!"

And proud of it.

Oh, and J2 kicked out one of the ceiling lights. Don't ask how. It just comes easy to him.

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