Hella yeah (to quote Cartman)!
I'm going to carnival. I've been invited to go down and get drunk on a 48 hour binge! It's in a place called Made (in Brabant, the Netherlands) which roughly translates as "Maggot". Well, maybe it doesn't, but it sure spices up the tale a bit...
I'm going dressed as a monk. A Scottish monk!
What's the difference? I hear you ask yourself.
Well, it's in the underpants! hehe
It's not the first time I've dressed up, but usually that's for halloween. Carnival is different. It's, seemingly, a whole culture thing. 48 hours of drinking. I'm gonna die and I'm gonna die drunk and happy.
The last time I dressed up in a frock though, I was dressed up as William Wallace. And years later I had some nasty feedback...
This is what I wrote at the time of the incident:
I do not have a small penis!
My God. The sheer and utter embarrassment I have to suffer!
It's like there's some divine power, with a sole intent and cosmic mission, out there to embarrass me.
I think I'm gonna have to start frequenting churches and things.
My tale of woe actually begins 7 Halloweens ago, the year I first returned to Holland. We decided then that, even though the Dutch don't, we would celebrate Halloween each and every year. That first year I went as William Wallace; kilt, sword (plastic), painted face, the lot!
Since then I've went as:
- Gomez (the dad out of the Addam's family)
- Half Kilt (wearing half a kilt, bandages on my head, arms and legs)
- Roberto Besqualo, the meanest man of all Mexico
- The builder from the village people (but everybody thought I was Bob the builder)
And twice I missed it. I think. I can't remember what the other costumes were anyways. Not that it's important.
One of the funny things at that first Halloween was that a friend of mine came as a thief and his girlfriend as a tiger. And they didn't even realise that together they were a catburglar.
So, I got really drunk and passed out on the couch. What I didn't know was that my kilt was up over my tummy and that I was lying there for everyone to see.
Seemingly, although it has never been proven, photos were taken and they're being held back in case I become famous so that my friends and family can blackmail me. That's the sort of people they are.
This is going somewhere...honestly it is...
Last month I was at a friend's wedding. Drunk obviously.
And I get chatting to this girl. At one point I say: "I'm Mark by the way."
And she answers: "Yes. I know. William Wallace." AND SHE WRIGGLES HER PINKY AT ME!!!
You know? I don't even want to know what that's supposed to mean! I can't remember this girl being at the halloween party!?!
It's a cosmic plot to upset me. There's no other possibility!
Originally posted by shavixmirI take it you haven't seen the website....
Hella yeah (to quote Cartman)!
I'm going to carnival. I've been invited to go down and get drunk on a 48 hour binge! It's in a place called Made (in Brabant, the Netherlands) which roughly translates as "Maggot". Well, maybe it doesn't, but it sure spices up the tale a bit...
I'm going dressed as a monk. A Scottish monk!
What's the difference? I he ...[text shortened]... s a cosmic plot to upset me. There's no other possibility!
Originally posted by shavixmirOMG, LMFAO!
Hella yeah (to quote Cartman)!
I'm going to carnival. I've been invited to go down and get drunk on a 48 hour binge! It's in a place called Made (in Brabant, the Netherlands) which roughly translates as "Maggot". Well, maybe it doesn't, but it sure spices up the tale a bit...
I'm going dressed as a monk. A Scottish monk!
What's the difference? I he ...[text shortened]... s a cosmic plot to upset me. There's no other possibility!
uh, seriously, this was funny...