In addition to the Flappy Birds fiasco, I've been stuck in 2009 and chatting on Omegle to practice German. (e:Paul) and I spent probably 7 hours this weekend looking for Deutschers to chat with. It's really good practice because Duolingo doesn't really have much of a verbal component.

We spent 3 hours talking to these drunk Turkish girls. Apparently I've aged poorly because they thought Paul was 25 and I was 30. We exchanged Whatsapp and snapchats and now we have to make a Turkish baked rice pudding called f?r?n sütlaç.



We also talked with a weird Russian boy who apparently was recording his sister having sex. He thought Paul was 24 and I was 26. Yeah I thought we were going to get arrested for that one.

Last person we talked to was to some Austrian kid. He was super impressed with Paul's German, especially when he pronounced these two redonk German words.

die

Donaudampfschifffahrtselektrizitätenhauptbetriebswerkbauunterbeamtengesellschaft

oder die "Danube Steamboat Shipping electricity main control office building related subordinated state employee- Company"

und

Feuerwerksraketenanzündeschnursicherheitsverlängerung

oder die "Firework rocket ignition cord safety lengther" or a fuse lengthenre for a firework

So yesterday (e:Paul) put a seaweed snack in my mouth and pretended it was a communion host.

Somehow we brought up priests placing communion in your mouth and I said I remember when I was little being grossed out when their fingers touched your mouth. Apparently this didn't happen to Paul or (e:mike) so either I had creepy priests or I was a creepy child who sucked on the priests fingers. I remember always preferring to take it my hands to avoid it. Did this just happen to me? Can I get a settlement out of this or something?

On Friday, (e:paul) and I went out with (e:robert), Mickey, (e:xandra), (e:flacidness) to Milkies for soul night and Rita's birthday. Poor terry was still broken.

I thought it was going to be lame because the music really isn't my thing but it was weirdly alright to dance to. Pretty sure my mom would have loved the music they played.

I wish my phone had more battery so I could have taken pictures of the ridiculous videos they played. or all the beards and mustaches there. I thin there were about 2 straight guys in the whole place.

After it ended at 3, Paul and I headed home to bed while everyone else went to Faherty's

Fuck Flappy birds. If you don't know what that is, don't look it up. All you need to know is Paul got 10 points after two hours where friends were ignored and (e:yesthatcasey) and (e:terry) were driven insane by little beeps of birds dying. The creator is taking it down as of tonight so the world is now spared.

Woof.
I hate working out inside but I'll can do it with this view.