So I was doing some pretty intense ritually stuff earlier today, from about 1 to 4. I figured that would give me plenty of time to sober up before work, especially since I went right from doing that into sleep.
But no. I can’t even walk a straight line.
Also, my brain is obsessed with the word vuvuzela and keeps repeating it.
Vuvuzela.
Vuvuzela.
Vuvuzela.
Vuvuzela.
Vuvuzela.
…
Vuvuzela.
Tonight’s going to be … interesting.
Vuvuzela.
The word I always get stuck in my head is “reconnoiter”. Why? I don’t know. I would gladly trade you, vuvuzela is an awesome word.
I love reconnoiter!
Omg I love you so much, and not in the creepy way but in the “by jove, he’s absolutely right!” Kind of way! Lolol Also, is it bad that vuvuzela makes me want to yell “Vulva Vulva Vulva, Cerbeza Cerbeza Cerbeza?!” Normally I would be saying “penis penis penis, cerbeza cerbeza cerbeza”. —which was the mating call for me and my fellow crew of baby maenads back in college. Hehehehe
That would be awesome to see!
Oh, those awful blatting things. The best thing about the 2014 World Cup already? NO DAMN VUVUZELAS!
On the other hand, we did get Paul the Octopus.
I can imagine how annoying a stadium of those things must be.