Taco salad is faaaaabulous. Particularly so when mixed with apple juice ("wine" in Riley-speak)...and death by chocolate...with crunched up Health toffee bar things...and by crunched I mean smashed to bits with a miniature hammer I found in Riley's kitchen drawer...
So, my friends know how to party. We eat. We drink (juice. Welch's even!). We play Taboo.
Heck yes. These are our Thursday nights.
Actually, Taboo gets pretty intense. Usually it's blondes vs. brunettes (obviously brunettes prevail...duh), and holy fricker sticks. We get loud and obnoxious. Not to mention the crazy perverted/stupid/nonsensical phrases that pour from our loosened tongues.
For example: "Did she just say people play the sex bomb on the side?" (really it was saxophone)
"Drinks come in this...bottles? oh, ABS DUH...actually it's six-pack."
Taboo=Love
Let's see where bright lights and angels meet.
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