thanks for the (few, drunken) memories
apparently i'm expected to blog about dorkfest...sorry, i mean grogblog.
so, here is my list of personal highlights (or what i can remember anyway):
- agent fare evader's many failed (yet highly entertaining and endearing) attempts to hump my leg.
- jess's many failed (yet incredibly enjoyable) attempts to detach my arse from my body.
- the delightful red betty black's failed attempt to remove my underwear from my body with her teeth*.
- every single person in attendance's failed attempts to get any dirt on ms fits out of me by trying to convince me they "really like nadstown too".
- random weird creepy guy's failed attempts to appear as a reasonable human being while photographing like a drugfucked pedo stalker (you know who you are, rwcg).
*my profuse apologies to darp for my demanding of the removal of the photographic evidence from boudist. but a girl's gotta keep her dignity. what little she has left of it anyway.
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I hear ya, Nadine - I had to remove my boozies from Boudist due to the thought of above-mentioned freaky paedo-ish photographer using it for "private time". I felt ill.
I really *do* read Nadstown! Honest to God!
PS: Nice arse, hotstuff!
disappointing. opportunity for so much sleaze denied. *sigh*
HOLY CRAP!!!
You people actually HANG OUT with each other in REAL LIFE???!!!
If there is one of these things in Melby, I'm not so sure I'd go, especially after reading all about the leg humping and the undies tearing.
I'm shy and retiring.
knifey,
as you seem to share my endearing penchant for bitter cynicism, you'd definitely be advised to stay away from melbourne grogblog.
unless you want people to refer to you by your blog name, repeatedly try and feel you up, and tell you YOUR OWN FUCKING STORIES.
it was just plain disturbing. i think its time to up the therapy sessions.
xox
c'mon knifey. you'd come, if nothing less than to satisfy a little curiosity.
la nadine. you really have a carbs club? i am there. i have all sort of problems with no-carb-kids. if i know them i bombard them with facts that i seek out on line, until they're huddled in a ball in the corner. ha ha haaaa.
there is nothing worse than a fad dieter, let it be known CARBS ARE OUR FRIENDS.
Oh god, I didn't do that, did I Nadine?
I feel so ashamed in anticipation!
Knifey, i thought i was shy and retiring too, that is, until i met up with a bunch of bloggers in a bar. It made me feel as if i had rather advanced social skills. Or maybe i was just drunk.
Anyways, it was quite unexpected that i'd get my finger sucked, i'd get to see another blogger's shaved balls, i'd see girl on girl g-string biting and i'd photograph a heaving pair of bosoms. Oh what fun.
Teehee - bosoms!
I'm back to being wildly confident now as I think (nay, *hope*) I didn't refer to you as Nadstown ever. Nor did I retell your stories - although telling you I liked a particular story is still kosher, right?
jess: its okay m'dear, you neither referred to me as nadstown nor told me one of my own stories. and you feel booty good.
sugar and spice: the carb army wants YOU.
*makes old american uncle sam finger-pointy war-poster pose*
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