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last night i met dave moffatt at twisted element. he used to work for kim a couple years ago at le chateu. kim informed us that he was the worst employee he's ever had... considering he showed up an hour for work claiming he slept in. oh... and kim? gave him the nickname 'booboo'. after dave left, he told us: 'sooo that was my booboo, little dave moffatt. if he wasn't such a sweetie and so damn cute i'd have fired his ass so many times!'
i can now die happy, because i've met a celebrity. best part? he's GAY. hah!
oh! and also? i'm going to Kim's birthday party in a few weeks. he's going to see if he can't buy his 'dream dress', and he's gonna get loaded when we go to the bar. tracey and i are determined to make him dance... or at least cruise some guys and get laid. it's not a birthday without a birthday fuck, y'know?
seriously? booboo? *snorts* so amusing.
oh... and last night? about 1am? tracey, and i decided that we wanted a&w, so we dragged kim along. he had nooo problem, because he got free onion rings. anyhow, halfway through the meal, this really drunk fucking guy comes and sits down with us. all three of us pull a 'wtf?' look, because this kid starts talking to us... telling us how he works in the oil buisness, and the bars wouldn't let him in because he was so drunk. okay. sure... fine. then he was blubbering about wanting to get some fries. mmmmkayyy... so after that brilliant idea passed, he asked us what we were doing, and kim says: 'oh we were out at the bar for a while, and decided to stop and get something to eat.' and this kid (who had reaaally nice arms, and sounded INCREDIBLY canadian) says 'man, you guys are so cool'.
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i've never been cool to ANYONE. i'm officially cool - and we'll just bypass the idea that he was drunk, yea? yea.
so after when the three of us left (kim dropped us of on 17th, to wait for tracey's mum to pick us up) he was telling us how 'god he was so cute, wasn't he? and did you see his arms? aauughh...'. LOL. it was great. and also? 'he didn't have a bad ass, you know? cute face, great ass...' so tracey commented that we should show him home... KIM's home... kim's BED to be exact. kim thought that was a GREAT idea, and then i, of course, commented: 'yeah, i'll show you some fries and a little bit of a shake' in a very lewd voice. MAN OH MAN. they both died laughing. i felt incredibly clever.
then, of course, there was the kids across the street from us (DRUNK kids, no doubt), and one guy screamed over at us: 'HEY!! are you free?!', and all three of us stared at him, then: ' I SAID! ARE YOU FREE? COZ I'M FREE! ARE YOU FREE?' and i'm saying 'NO. WE ARE NOT FREE'. and he kept asking us if we were free. i'm thinking, noo.. no i don't want to go home with some drunk asshole and get a really quick fuck (no doubt his cock wouldn't even get hard).
i love calgary.
so. so. much.
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booboo? ohgod.
ps, it's MONSOON season in alberta. whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
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