Posts tagged ‘Michael Jackson’

A few “strange” ones…

Did you ever have those “weird” ones in school with you? I had plenty! Who are still weird. I was in an all-girls school. I swear there was a lesbian…. She used to hold hands with another chipmunk type girl, sit under the araliya tree and cry.. every morning. (No, really.. she did). Someone else saw them “canoodling” behind a stack of library books. (awww) Anyway, the crier is now married to a potential porn site developer and the chipmunk is probably heartbroken.

We also had a very “religious” species. She used to carve on our wooden desks that Jesus loved her. Fair enough. We received our O/L grades (in 2000… my god I feel ancient) and she ran around the netball court shouting “ Jesus is great…” We also had a potential weirdo who is now completely whack. She found a sugar daddy and the sugar daddy found someone else. Now she too is a whack job. Right now, she actually believes that Michael Jackson is a reincarnated sea turtle. (She thinks it is real and she actually believes it) – I do have a job, but most of my lunch break is spent stalking these people on facebook. ( I am nice.. really….. grin!)

The best one is our hooker by night! I mean, she is in a far away place and her pictures certainly say a thousand words.. ( sometimes it gets me speechless) She even changed her name after leaving Sri Lanka. Who in their right minds would change their name to “bebot”!??! I swear a play boy bunny magazine gone completely wrong would look like one of her albums. She has her standard micro mini type poses – so the nice one that I am – I comment. “wow, stunning.. wow.. could this get any better or I love your pvc outfit, so in style along with your leopard type almost topless top  ” She always takes it as a compliment….sarcasm clearly doesn’t work…

School was the best!

Halloween on Crown Street

So we had variety. There was a foxy Cleopatra, a few witches, a slutty nurse (because we all need someone with a medical background to save a drunken day), toga boys (Swoons a little) a Michael Jackson who popped out of his grave just for the night and a pimp daddy gone wrong. Although I did not understand the concept of his “costume”. Our pimp daddy is usually clad in “bling”, a shirt showing off his imaginary muscles (more like gummy bears) and unkempt hair. Instead he chooses bigger “bling”, powdered unkempt hair and a shirt with stains of blood (still showing off his imaginary muscles. (fat…we call it fat) and calls himself the “pimp”. Nonetheless it was a good night.

We had three witches randomly crashing our party ( all with good intentions of course) and glad we decided to let them in as it turns out they are brilliant at off key karaoke. (You should have heard us sing…. John Travolta and the rest of the Grease cast would have been speechless – not in a good way). Michael Jackson insisted on moon walking (Our slippery floor just made it too easy) and toga boys almost stripped… (Why not go all the way? Pansies)

Foxy Cleopatra went upstairs for a snooze (with a bowl to hurl just in case) – which came in handy…. eventually. The slutty nurse had a little too much vodka and eventually passed out. She should have taken hangover girl’s advice “to prevent hangover, stay drunk”. Happy Halloween!