HER: hahahahha fuck you sluza
HER: hahaha i look forward to seeing him thurr then
HER: all good im taking [insert girls name here] so wont be sad if i ditch to hook up
ME: Pffft. Naaah.
ME: You aint doin no hooking up with my date
HER: hahahah il just hook up with mine

K so on FRIDAY 12th of june, Bry Bee and myself went to the field days. YES. Us city girls took the leap to the other side of life –the countryside. We all used our heads and wore gumboots. But after hours of walking around, we grew TIRED. So we found a nice, DRY spot inside. Next to some lady and a pack of scary Indians. Now this is not a poke against Indians. No way. But these guys were PERVES. We sat there. And they all stared and laughed and we could all FEEL them talking about us as we sat there. So we ended up leaving that particular spot and moved to the other side of that wall. Then, guess who follows. The Paedophile Indians. We sat down, so they just stood in the foyer of this place trying to look inconspicuous. When you SO cant do when your in a big circle looking our way every five seconds. So we sat there for a while. We then thought it was safe enough to leave the building so we went to the ice cream stand across the ‘street’ as you call them. And who was outside to greet us. No one BUT the Indians. We decided if they ever came and swarmed us we would immediately scream RAPE. But actual, what would YOU do in that situation???

We have absolutely no idea where our purse is... And for some reason, that’s ok.

. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butts while yelling "WOO-HOO" is truly the sexiest dance move around.

. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and
honestly believe we could do it too.

. In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a homeless
hooker than the goddess we started out at just 4 hours ago.

. We start crying and declare to everyone we see, including people we barely know, that we love them SOOOO MUCH.

. We get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new
song comes on because "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG!" haha

. We're suddenly full of profound spiritual wisdom... and so is
the person next to us.

. We don't see anything wrong with making out with guy mates/co-workers/x boyfriends/should they be around.

. The urge to take off articles of clothing, get up on the table or bar and start to sing or dance becomes strangely overwhelming to us.

. Our eyes just won't seem to stay open by themselves, so we keep them half closed and think it looks incredibly sexy.

. We've suddenly taken up smoking and we believe we're really
good at it.

. We yell at the bartender who we believe has cheated us by giving us just orange juice, but that's just because we can no longer taste the vodka.

. Our hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.

. We are tired, but we are troopers so instead of going home, we
just stop were we are standing and take a quick nap.

. We take our shoes off because a) they're ridiculously impractical. But so beautiful! b) We believe it's the shoes' fault that we can't walk straight.

- No matter what got broken, thrown up on, stolen, no matter who
said what or who went home with whoever else - we ALWAYS call each other the next day.