Clocks Go Down And They Can't Be Heard ...

Wow. Double-wow. So long. So hard. I could update with pictures. I could update with a lengthy page about something I like. Or I could babble. You always love the babbling. You know you like the babbling. You couldn't live w/o the babbling ... ah, whoops ... there I go babbling again ... ^_^

Then I turn around and think, WTF, mate? But then I figure out that I'm talking to myself. Recapping what happened at my friend, Victor's birthday party, the funniest highlights went as follows:

*friend talks to Victor since he can't go to sleep, and is on computer chatting to friends*
Friend 1: Oh my god, I have such a headache ... god, what was in that apple cider?
*silence*
Friend 1: Can I have some aspirin?
Victor: Ah ... lemme see ... *walks to medicine cabinet, removes bottle of pills, and returns to desk* ... uh, do you have any health problems? Like asthma, ulcers, or the like?
Friend 1: *blank stare* I have asthma.
Victor: Ah, okay. *shakes pill bottle nervously and fumbles for notepad* I just need you to sign these release forms stating that if you die on this premises it had absolutely nothing to do with me, okay?
*silence*
Friend 1: *stone-cold stare* Just give me the f**king pills.

And, then, to follow up later that same night, we had been playing hide-and-seek indoors, when it was nearly pitch-black. Friend 1 was the person who was "it". "Grim" is me:

*Grim runs upstairs to Victor's bedroom, pulls sofa out from wall, and sinks behind it and the wall, beneath windowsill, slight light casting light on me from above. Friend 1 runs into the room, jumps onto the back-top of the sofa and looks at of the window, down the roof, to the left & the right, and then doubles back and runs back through the doorway he entered from. Grim looked up seeing him right above him, and, as Friend 1 leaves, gives slight chuckle behind sofa, seeing as how stupid Friend 1 was. After finding the rest of the people, Friend 1 and the other friends search the house, and come back to Vic's room. After searching, Friend 1 starts back out the doorway*
Friend 1: Where is that dumb***?
*Grim sits up from behind sofa and points at Friend 1*
Grim: You're the dumb***, *insert name here, yet disclosed from legal puposes*.
*laughs occur*

Hmm ... what else was there, you say? Hm ... homemade strawberry cake ... Truth-or-Dare ... Halo 2 System Link / CTF & Team Slayer ... Truth-or-Truth (odd variation of the former) ... apple cider ... root beer ... and many slices of pizza, be it sausage, pepperoni, mushroom, or combo ... eh, that's pretty much it ...
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... what? You wanted more?
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... TOO BAD!!! ^_^

--"Grim Reaper"