So... I'm trying to mesh my two blogs together... You know-this cutesy married life- one, and my - I make fun of/stalk all my friends- one. I decided I'd test it out on the Trev-meister, or Bourbon as we sometimes call him.
Pretty much this is how this night went down. NONE of us girls live in Provo. BUT that's sort of the best place to meet up. So, since none of us had a place to go we followed Bourbon home... like a bunch of stray cats.
Another important thing to note is that Bourbon is living with strangers and has no friends in this vicinity. . So, he propped the front door open, and after only ten minutes he started making all kinds of dude friends. They all gave him 'props' for having so many girls over. They had names like Weasel, and Skunk and ran around shooting each other with squirt guns... I'm dead serious! Anyway, we set out trying to make Bourbon look as popular as we possibly could, and he grew intoxicated with the notion. He requested this picture below, we are supposed to be acting like he is Really funny... which to his credit- he can be.
We started saying things really loudly to ideally be overheard and properly understood that Trev Trev is the Bee's-Knee's.
Me: Awe shucks Trevor!
Marisa: Trevor you are So funny!"
Maquel: "Can I sleep over?"
Tenette contributed by gut laughing at everything he said, no matter what it was.
Bourbon pretended we were such a pain, but when he was walking us all out to our cars, and the Animals were giving him high-fives and asking him how he got four girls to his one self (they really did).... I think he was Very glad we came over. Plus, while he was being interrogated we all called from the bottom of the stairs things like:
"TrrrrreeeeeeeVOR! come awwwnn", "trevor are you coming?" and "Trevor I'm scared!"
Now if you'd like Your social life to be drastically improved for the better, please contact Marisa McKane. She can be contacted at http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/marisa.mckane (she takes payments in Doritos, Pepsi, and hip-hop filled rides home to Draper.)
Now Trevor has a beautiful girlfriend... you can't say he doesn't owe that to our 2 hours of intensive building, or flooding if you will, of his self confidence.
Pretty much this is how this night went down. NONE of us girls live in Provo. BUT that's sort of the best place to meet up. So, since none of us had a place to go we followed Bourbon home... like a bunch of stray cats.
Another important thing to note is that Bourbon is living with strangers and has no friends in this vicinity. . So, he propped the front door open, and after only ten minutes he started making all kinds of dude friends. They all gave him 'props' for having so many girls over. They had names like Weasel, and Skunk and ran around shooting each other with squirt guns... I'm dead serious! Anyway, we set out trying to make Bourbon look as popular as we possibly could, and he grew intoxicated with the notion. He requested this picture below, we are supposed to be acting like he is Really funny... which to his credit- he can be.
We started saying things really loudly to ideally be overheard and properly understood that Trev Trev is the Bee's-Knee's.Me: Awe shucks Trevor!
Marisa: Trevor you are So funny!"
Maquel: "Can I sleep over?"
Tenette contributed by gut laughing at everything he said, no matter what it was.
Bourbon pretended we were such a pain, but when he was walking us all out to our cars, and the Animals were giving him high-fives and asking him how he got four girls to his one self (they really did).... I think he was Very glad we came over. Plus, while he was being interrogated we all called from the bottom of the stairs things like:
"TrrrrreeeeeeeVOR! come awwwnn", "trevor are you coming?" and "Trevor I'm scared!"
Now if you'd like Your social life to be drastically improved for the better, please contact Marisa McKane. She can be contacted at http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/marisa.mckane (she takes payments in Doritos, Pepsi, and hip-hop filled rides home to Draper.)Now Trevor has a beautiful girlfriend... you can't say he doesn't owe that to our 2 hours of intensive building, or flooding if you will, of his self confidence.
Brittany....you make my world so much better. Not like, you make my world go 'round or any of that gay crap. Just better.
ReplyDeleteI love to do that for you Tenette :)
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