Why Do I Like Popping Bottles?
By Zouggie K
Popping bottles is an activity that most people enjoy, but few get the opportunity to do. I am one of the lucky ones who get to pop bottles... not once, not twice, but three time a week.
What kind of bottles you ask?
Bottles that require popping, of course.
Bottle popping is fun and exciting, but it is also dangerous and potentially messy. What people need to keep in mind whilst bottle popping is that the bottle should be kept at an angle where the spout is not aiming directly at someone's head... unless of course it is the face of your intended target.
Also, if you are in a location where the ceilings are high and hard to reach, do not point the bottle upright, as it may cause damage to said ceiling and a mess will then ensue. Not to mention the dripping alcohol from the ceiling.
Oh! Last but not least, da club is not the only place bottles are popping. If you are in a private home of a friend or loved one, you may be asked to pop a bottle. If you pop a bottle improperly, you may ruin the party flow and be asked to leave.
Popping a bottle is a task not to be taken lightly. The excitement level and enthusiasm of the party depends on the properly timed bottle popping. If the music is rising and the energy level is also on a steady incline - pop that bottle!
I like popping bottles. On a happy occasion or on a regular Tuesday night. Bottle popping is awesome. So is flying a G6.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sparkly Nightmares
She awoke on the morning of the first day of her new life.
Carmella was a beautiful girl of tender age. She was an only child and so, grew up quietly, playing with dolls by herself. She imagined voices, personalities and background stories for each of her dolls. She would play for hours upon hours in her small room on the plush pink carpet. Her favorite storyline was Madamoiselle Anabel’s.
Madamoiselle Anabel was an orphan. She grew up looking for her parents, whom she never found. Instead, what Mdme. Anabel found was love. Prince Roland, who was in actuality a veritable prince from Carmella’s hometown, found Mdme. Anabel crying upon a rock one morning on his daily ride through the fields. He felt so terrible for the young lady that he stopped, knelt over and asked her what was wrong. As the young lady looked up, she wiped away the tears welled in her eyes and she caught sight of the prince before her. What a sight! As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they knew instantly that they had found the love of their lives. And as the fairy tale goes, Madamoiselle Anabel and Prince Roland were married and so they lived happily ever after.
Carmella loved that story. She imagined it every day and never changed a thing. She wished and prayed and hoped that one day Anabel’s story would be her own.
And so it did.
One day, Carmella went for a ride with her parents in the car. The road was bumpy and her father wasn’t paying attention to the road. Carmella was in the backseat and she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach; she didn’t know what to do, but she knew she was in trouble. Her father swerved and swayed and swerved some more, but there was no avoiding his destiny. Within seconds, Carmella found herself looking upon a disastrous accident scene. There it was: both of her parents dead from the impact of the collision.
Carmella had gotten what she asked for; she was now the lonely orphan that Madamoiselle Anabel was.
Carmella shot out of bed that morning with tears welled up in her little sleepy eyes. It had all been a horrible dream. I believe those are called nightmares... Sparkly nightmares.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Cinderella Slut
Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a man. This man was no ordinary man. Quite the contrary to be exact, this man was extraordinary.
One day, upon awakening, the young extraordinary man put on his favorite turtleneck and blazer and charged forth on his daily morning promenade.
Along his trail, he would normally stop to whisper to a tree, sing to a flower, dance with a honeybee, or convert a money. But that morning was different from all other mornings. Upon that special morning, the extraordinary man took but a mere three strides before being startled nearly to death.
He rarely ever bumped into another human being, and if he did, then that other human being would be yet a mere ordinary person, unlike himself. However, the person he collided with that morning was an extraordinary woman, a tall, beautiful, redheaded extraordinary princess.
The extraordinary man was taken aback. His mouth open, eyes wide, and cheeks the color of rose with a hint of coy.
“Oh me, oh my,” whispered the extraordinary man to himself. “This is the mighty and marvelous Cinderella. She is so beautiful, I must introduce myself.”
With that, the extraordinary man erected his arm forth and thrust himself upon her. “Princess,” he said with a bow. “If I may introduce myself, I am the extraordinary man from yonder.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Extraordinary Man,” responded Cinderella with a slight nod of her wonderful head.
They cooed and gawked at one another for but a soft moment, and without much further ado, they grabbed their faces and began to kiss each other passionately. In one fell swoop, the two were rolling around in the field, rustling and hustling, sucking face and clutching at parts that ordinary people don’t know or have.
Several intense hours later, the extraordinary man and the slutty princess put their clothes back on and said their goodbyes.
As the extraordinary man set off on his trail, he turned back toward the princess and said, “Thank you very much Princess, today you have fulfilled my wildest dreams. You truly are the sluttiest princess I have met to date.”
The princess was taken aback upon hearing such an exceptional compliment from such an extraordinary man. She placed her hand to her lips and puckered up. Her hand fluttered as she motioned to blow the extraordinary man one last kiss.
“Thank you,” she added.
The extraordinary man was never one for wearing his heart on his sleeve, but he couldn’t hold back after such a sensational encounter. He turned to his masked Fairy-bell and winked, “Today was another extraordinary day in my extraordinary life, huh Fairy-bell?”
“Today was awesome, my man.”
One day, upon awakening, the young extraordinary man put on his favorite turtleneck and blazer and charged forth on his daily morning promenade.
Along his trail, he would normally stop to whisper to a tree, sing to a flower, dance with a honeybee, or convert a money. But that morning was different from all other mornings. Upon that special morning, the extraordinary man took but a mere three strides before being startled nearly to death.
He rarely ever bumped into another human being, and if he did, then that other human being would be yet a mere ordinary person, unlike himself. However, the person he collided with that morning was an extraordinary woman, a tall, beautiful, redheaded extraordinary princess.
The extraordinary man was taken aback. His mouth open, eyes wide, and cheeks the color of rose with a hint of coy.
“Oh me, oh my,” whispered the extraordinary man to himself. “This is the mighty and marvelous Cinderella. She is so beautiful, I must introduce myself.”
With that, the extraordinary man erected his arm forth and thrust himself upon her. “Princess,” he said with a bow. “If I may introduce myself, I am the extraordinary man from yonder.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Extraordinary Man,” responded Cinderella with a slight nod of her wonderful head.
They cooed and gawked at one another for but a soft moment, and without much further ado, they grabbed their faces and began to kiss each other passionately. In one fell swoop, the two were rolling around in the field, rustling and hustling, sucking face and clutching at parts that ordinary people don’t know or have.
Several intense hours later, the extraordinary man and the slutty princess put their clothes back on and said their goodbyes.
As the extraordinary man set off on his trail, he turned back toward the princess and said, “Thank you very much Princess, today you have fulfilled my wildest dreams. You truly are the sluttiest princess I have met to date.”
The princess was taken aback upon hearing such an exceptional compliment from such an extraordinary man. She placed her hand to her lips and puckered up. Her hand fluttered as she motioned to blow the extraordinary man one last kiss.
“Thank you,” she added.
The extraordinary man was never one for wearing his heart on his sleeve, but he couldn’t hold back after such a sensational encounter. He turned to his masked Fairy-bell and winked, “Today was another extraordinary day in my extraordinary life, huh Fairy-bell?”
“Today was awesome, my man.”
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