25% isn't enough.

I was going to tell you about my weekend...but I can't. Not because that I can't divulge that information, its because I can't remember it. Not that any of us remember anything from Saturday night. I mean we pieced some stuff together. Like for instance, Justin kept on saying, "Madam" to all the women. One larger girl turned around at him and said, "excuse me! what are you like 17?" He said no, that he was 22. "Yea, that's what I thought." And walked away. There was only one person that remembered that, but it wasn't Justin. But then Michael Jackson came on and he started dancing with these fobby Asian girls. He was then making googly eyes at these way fobby Asian girls. Then Michael Jackson came on. He was stoked when MJ came on, he can dance to MJ and MJ only. They were digging him and then the song ended, and he couldn't dance to the next song, and then kinda left. Umm, I remember buying tall boys of Pabst AT A BAR, I thought that was ghuiqe. I was the only one that finished it...no surprise, its not that good, but good enough for me. Two people threw up. Everybody was wasted. Todd called us the wolfpack, we promptly howled. That's about it.