Do not walk backwards when you're drunk.
So I was hanging with my peeps right, and we decided to get our asses down to our favorite pub. Since the guy we were drinking at lives right in the city it was like a five minute walk or something, not too bad. But me, being in front, had the bright idea to walk backwards so that I could talk with one of my mates. This wouldn't normally be a problem on most streets because they're, you know, flat and not really that hard to walk on. That's the whole idea with streets really, they're made for walking. But some bright guy somewhere had the smart idea of putting up a complete black pole in the middle of the street. Well, me, not taking notice of this wonderfully placed piece of marvel, backed into it and fell, backwards, like a tree. Before I knew it I was lying down on the pavement and asking myself "wtf?" My friends, considerate as they are, asked if I was alright and if I hit my head. But I was more concerned if my white piké had become dirty from the fall. They assured me that it was totally OK. It wasn't.
|Pole - 1, Cray - 0|
Well, like I said, a totally normal night out.
Something else I did today was invent a new fashion. Since my piké was dirty, and it was pretty warm out side, I decided that I could just wear my Palestinian scarf as a makeshift sweater. And I must say, it does the job well. It cover your nipples, albeit not that good, but shows of all the other good parts. And thus the "Cray Shirt" fashion was born. I'm trademarking it tomorrow!
|This is what everyone will be wearing next summer.|