lock them up, they crazy

happy birthday gwa.
had a braai at his house last night- too much punch and wine went down for my better judgement- it got up and ran away. too bad he missed out all the fun times. the highlight of the evening, the defining moment that showed us in our glory, was when runt poured meths on gwa's hair, and then proceeded to attempt to light it without gwa being aware of any of the activities going on around him. ridiculousness i swear. this is what happens when no one had eaten before drinking for three hours while the braai went out, and had to be relit twice. stranger things have happened, but this evening was particularly amausing.
all in all summer fun.