it was a saturday night
and a girl was giving a birthday party. unfortunately she lived 15km away from me and some friends, so we took our bikes and started cycling, making regular stops to smoke some weed. about halfway, we remembered something: we didn't bring a gift! what to do now? EUREKA! girls like flowers! so we stopped near a farm in the middle of nowhere, and stole their postbox to use for a vase. in went some violets growing in a nearby yard, and some more flowers until we had a nice bouquet. so of we went to the party, and presented her with our original creation. at this point, she was impressed with our creativity. meanwhile the party went on, and we got drunk. since we couldn't be arsed to cycle all the way back home, we broke into a used paper container where we spent the night. paper insulates quite well, so we slept well too. sunday, we nursed our collective hangovers, and we went to school on monday. all was still well, until the girl comes up to us. turns out that the random postbox we stole belonged to her grandfather, who immediately recognized it when he saw it standing on the gift table, containing some of his violets...
(radja, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 11:19, Reply)