Saturday, December 02, 2006

I hate the resilience of jello.

You know you're hot stuff when you stumble up to the barista for the third time in an hour and a half and notice that you have bright red jello stains up and down the sleeves of your hoodie.

Then they dimmed the lights, turned up the music, and exchanged the barista for a bartender, signaling it was time for stainy Megan to pack up and go.


Anonymous said...

there's still jello on my walls and ceiling from the 250 jello shots we had at our halloween party.


gutenmegan said...

that's a lot of fucking jello shots. were you wrestling in them?

Anonymous said...

haha, no, no wrestling although we may have to do that some time. people were shooting them at the ceiling though and throwing them at the walls.