If you've got something funny to blog about and you don't do it, it's a crime.

I thought this was good in a Team Ron kind of way.

You know?

Alrighty then

Yus, I figured you lot would want to hear my side of the story of the events of Sonja's birthday partay. (Fabby, I should say. Mostly.) So. I was tricked into walking straight into the path of the neighbours' fireworks. I screamed and ran into the arms of Bethman. It was demanded numerous times that I bopped in front of Leyla and numerous others. I yelled about cars in a conversation with Fran. I insisted I wasn't drunk. Nobody listened. I almost pulled a 13-year-old BEFORE I knew of his age. I went on to an 18-year-old with a name like a cross between 'Nishi' and 'Retard'. The 13-year-old wouldn't leave me alone. I frightened Nishi away. I amused Anji. I yelled 'LESBIAN!' on many an occasion. I cursed numerous times to Gemma. (The most attention I have ever paid to her.) I stole the French Fries from Gemma. It was funny. I was dubbed a 'legend' by Tara. I named one of Tara's comments 'truer words never before spoken by a minion'. I clung to Aisling. I truthfully told Avni she looked beautiful and that I envied her skin tone. She just laughed. It was suggested I drank Lambrini out of the cap. I formed a conga circle with a bunch of drunken guys. I destroyed my vocal chords in the process. I embarassed Weez. I yelled to Jaya to join us in dancing. She glared at me and continued to talk about willies. I failed to hide from the 13-year-old. I failed to understand why Cassie insisted she looked like a second-world-war wife. I had a humungously fabby time. I hope Sonja enjoys her present. Fnarr. (And I apologise to Rose for yet again stealing her blogging style. Hawhaw.)

Testimony of Team Ron

Testimony of Team Ron

Oh ye, who used to be great.
Now who will sing ye
Yon sleeper?