Return of the Bonesaw.

Last night, I went upstairs to start my homework for next week. As I was calculating the primary stresses of a medium dense clay soil due to the consolidation process, I realized something. Bonesaw was ready.
Fortunately enough, I had an invite to a very elite, totally cool party: Ashton and Dan were hosting an Environmental Engineering bash at our house. There were at least eight people in our house last night!
So, I put away my calculator, threw on my jeggings, cracked open the beer ball, and was good to go.
First up, a round of ledger, Bash Brone style. Was that the name we came up with for me and Ashton? Something like that. Versus Dookie. Who do you think won? Exactly. BONESAW FOR THE WIN.
Then, my first ruit game in the month of October. (depressing, I know). This round: Faux Dream Team vs. Dan and Ashton (no, they don't get a cool nickname). But wait, then Ashton bailed and Joanna played with Dan. So I change my mind: Faux Dream Team vs. This Could Have Been True Love Freshman Year.
Listen, I was good. Ask Cookie. You guys know I'm good. But somehow, Dan was better. I failed. Well, really, Cookie failed (sorry BFF).
Anywho, Chad was the first to arrive at this hoppin' partay. Do you know Chad? Apparently he's the new Nick. Instantly Judah and Cookie found a little bit of Nick in this ultimate bro, and they were immediately infatuated. Chad filled a little bit of that hole in their hearts, a hole that can only be filled by loud yelling, roshamming, and you-won't-ing. And also, stupid amounts of drinking that result in a Chad that can't stand up, has to be walked home early, and then is TEMS-ed. Sorry, Chad, if you read my blog and it's still too soon. You should have known that vodka and blue Hawaiin Punch is never a good idea.
Chad was so drunk, and Cookie and Judah were so enamored, that they tried to push the rest of the Georgia Moon on him!!! But I said no. That's Nick's. Real Nick's. Not ginger-Nick's.
At one point, Cookie asked me if it was a good time for him to pull out the cleaver. Again, I said no.
Cookie started putting random objects in the freezer and then giggled to himself about it. Things in the freezer: A red cup. Something I can't remember (oops). Apparently: ping pong balls. I can't find them, but I know they're in there. I will find them.
Cookie was standing behind me and spilled his beer on my back. I confronted him. He told me no, he didn't spill beer on me, he just jizzed on my back.
We played kings. Judah kept saying different places he's never had sex, trying to trick me into saying I had sex in his car. I did not have sex in Judah's car. It's too dirty. In the process, I looked like a slut in front of all my new super-cool enviro friends.
Lolz.
So, that was my night. I wasn't too into posting this morning, but Judah was pressuring me, so there it is. I will however, end this post with my very own:
FLASHBACK FRIDAY*
*property of Sue Harrison.

It's halloween 2009 at Dan and Ashton's room in Miller Hall at Tufts University. Bonesaw (age 19) wore the golden slut outfit. Ashton (age 19) was a unicorn (but you already knew that, didn't you?), a perennial favorite made by his friend, me! John (age 19) was swine-flu, and John's friend Jack wore Pabst Blue Ribbon.

Wish you guys were here to celebrate Halloween with us!! The case race would be so much easier if we had more than five people to drink two cases. Oh well, it shall be done.


 Quote of the night, "Thing only thing you have to fear, is beer itself." - Cookie "John" Harrison.