Road Trip

Kyle and I went to Lawrence Kansas this weekend for the Nebraska v KU game. Unfortunately, we got our ass kicked all over the place. What is fortunate for me, however, is that I don't give a flying fuck about football, so it really didn't affect me. I was happy to see the crazy KU students tear down the goal posts and carry them out of the stadium in pieces while the announcer reminded people they could die and advised parents to keep their children close to them and out of harms way.

We stayed with a couple of Kyle's friends from high school. Despite the painfully horrible football game, we had a good time. John made me some kick ass Tom Collins in his magic bullet (it's a blender, not a dildo) and I had my first experience with the "big ass" pizza. It was everything I thought it would be and more.

Another high point occurred on Friday night when Kyle and I over heard a fight. A bunch of people were yelling between apartments a couple floors below us. They had to be drunk, because they were screaming the most ridiculous things.

"I'll show you a real man, bitch!"

Some incoherent female yelling.

"Oh yah, well call me when you lose your virginity!"

More female yelling.

"Hey bitch, why don't you suck on these balls."

That's about all I got before I passed out in my sleeping bag, and according to Kyle, didn't move at all until I woke up the next morning.