I went to the Old Mutual Summer Sunset concert @ Emmarentia on Sunday. It wasn't really a concert because it was during the day. And we had a picnic basket with juice and wafer biscuits. Concerts don't allow picnic baskets. That besides, me and my friend Gringo wanted to climb up on stage with SA's culest cul kids Gold Fish (Zebra & Giraffe are also the culest cul kids, I just had to say so I don't discriminate because they might read this and make me famous for being so nice... and badass).
She wanted to attack the one on the right because he was hawt. I wanted to take out the vocalist and take over screaming "ooowa oowa ooh!" on the mic while all the people in the stink pit jump up and down to the sweet jazzy fizzle sounds of me.
Alas, we are both quite thin and would have been flicked away by the meat lumps in front of the stage who looked like lumps of meat and spoke in grunts and other sounds like Chewbacca, like this:
Meat lump 1: Aaaarrrrn!
Meat lump 2: Aarrn aarn!
That's almost exactly how they sounded. So we didn't even try jump on stage because we couldn't reason with the creatures.
We just bobbed and jumped like the other gerbils in the pit. Some of the gerbils were really angry and flicked their torsos around like they were poisoned or violently ill and hated themselves for it. The worst is that when these types have no textile materials covering their convulsing torsos and sweat flies off them into people's faces and drinks and stuff. *sick*
Anyway, I can't really talk because I spilt beer on like 6 people. Only because I wasn't drinking it. Just jumping around.
Goodness.
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7 validate me-s:
You should have poked the chewbaccas with your lightsabre. Is the force not strong with you?
Po: Good idea! But I was fresh out of force that day. I think it had something to do with the killer death bee I battled the night before. Usually though, I'm pretty much only force. 'Cept that's a lie.
Aarrnnn! :)
MamaStella: OMG! You totally speak Chewbaccan! You must be a security guard.
I'll say it again: you're hilarious.
So coat yourself in Honey Mustard sauce and spin around in a casserole
Goodness MammaS, you're like making me blush. No, don't stop. I like it. And honey-mustard casserole! That's like my fifth favourite thing in the world.
So what happened to the whole Jedi thing of "Size matters not" - shove the hairy underpaid grunting retrobates outa the way or you could have overloaded their primitive peanut brains with big words like vobocity or disconbobulated... But sounds like you had a good time anyway so why bother?
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