Soooo just because I'm soooo damn classy I'm going to explain what the hell a mop bucket really is.


Here in K-town...we are ghetto. So ghetto in fact that High School graduates come back and have huge parties in the lunch room with their underage friends. (Tee hee!) So yesterday we had our Christmas party. I went to the Commissary and picked up all the supplies and stuff. And brought it back in a shopping cart. I got chased by the police who were like, "Why did you steal that cart." and I was like, "It's not stealing it's just unauthorized borrowing." They let me go because they couldn't come up with a legitimate excuse to arrest me. Cuz I'm ba like that. So I get to the school about an hour earlier than I should have, so I go to the Culinary Arts class because I know I'm welcome there. Halfway through the class I'm talking to R because I was bored with making carmel sauce and I was like you are a UKE. And the teacher turns around real slowlike, and I was like crap she thinks I said a bad word. She looks at me with this really painful looking expression, like she's trying to hold in laughter and it's about to burst out. I stare at her wondering what the hell is so funny when she asked, "What did you say?" Blushing I said, "I called R a uke, it's this word that people use to..." and she's like, "I know what the word is, and I also know what Seme is too." My jaw dropped so fast it hurt, R just started rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. I swear I was about to throw up, I just...omg I never expected a 57 year old lady to know what that blasted word meant. I felt so...not violated but like wrong..as if she just killed the words for me.

Just to make things clear these are the words I'm talking about:

uke
(n.) Basically, “uke” refers to the passive male in a YAOI couple or pairing. The term “uke” originates from the verb “ukeru” - which means “receive.”

and

seme
(n.) Basically, “seme” refers to the active or dominant male in a YAOI couple or pairing. The term “seme” originates from the verb “semeru” - which means “attack.”



SHE FUCKING KNEW WHAT THEY WERE!!!!!!! Okay...done spazzing about creepy old ladies.


New Topic....*crickets crickets* *huffs* It seems my audience has wandered away....oh well


Mop Bucket:

I promised I'd explain so here we go:

I was wandering the halls of the commissary trying to find a flipping ice chest so I could chill the egg nog and soda and kiddy champange but I couldn't freaking find ONE. So I start lollygagging around and I wander down the cleaning supplies aisle trying to see if I need something from there:

Broom
Broom
Dustpan
Mop
Soap
Detergent
Mop Bucket
more Brooms
Sweeper

wait.....mop bucket? A bucket can hold stuff...it can hold ICE! My joy was really bizarre for the people watching me dance around with a freaking bucket. I walk into the culinary arts room and R was like what the fuck is that for Am? And I poured the ice in and plopped the drinks in on top and I was like...it's our wine casket.



ooooommmmggg

Soooo I have free Paul McCartney tickets if someone wants to go...It's on thursday...in cologne and its going to be long...so preferably someone who doesn't have a curfew...the first one to say take me can go. But right now it's still shaky...I might not have a ride so it may fall through.




Again...parties people parties...Ich muss habt PARTIES! I'm kidding...I'm just restless thats all.




Amrie OUT!