Geplaatst op 08-12-2011.

 Hat
 So I woke up, wearing a hat, thinking: what did I do last night?

There was certainly a girl involved, yes. And she was female, and she said flirty things like "I'm going to poke you with a chopstick," but she could never find chopsticks because there were none at this particular party. She had an odd something with chopsticks so I decided not to talk to her again.

And my friend Jim had brought liquor, yes, but it smelled like artificial banana.

There were people who danced but they were looked at with suspicion. People who dance are never to be trusted because they are charming and flexible and can probably run faster than you after they have pickpocketed you using their charming faces and flexible fingers.

We talked about getting up in the morning, which for us is the saddest thing in the world. This is probably why the party wasn't much fun. There was a guy who complained about his hair being all messed up every morning. Everyone disliked him for his shallow remark and thought: "Yes, that happens to me too and it is dreadful and he is absolutely right."

I made fun of him by saying "Maybe you should wear a hat while you sleep, so your hair wouldn't get all messed up whilst rolling over and such," and everyone laughed and I secretly thought: that might actually work.

So after I woke up I ran to the mirror, but my plan hadn't worked. And I recieved an SMS from my friend Jim, saying: "nope, doesn't work :("


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