Sheridan Lee Grigg, you earned your blog mention more than anyone has ever before. You were pestering me today about not yet having a mention, about how you should be in my blog, and then you go off doing something that I can’t explain the funniness so I’ll just have to try and probably fail but it will be funny anyway. You probably already know of my amazing English class, weather you read the blog about them or have seen the one hundred and thirty one photos that no one appreciates but the people that are in them, you would know that they are amazing, and if you don’t, you do now! Unless you aren’t reading this, but you are, aren’t you?
Moving on, so the plan was to go to Cafe De Villis with the amazing people from English and anyone else who wanted to tag along, so it ended up being (in alphabetical order of course) Josh Breda, Kendall White, Sheridan Lee Grigg, Safeer Ahmad, Marie Elaina Bakas, Alena Duykers, Alex Linou, Tahlia Fairlie, Rhys Wood and the person with the shortest name I have ever met, Stevy-Nevada Davenport-Handley. So here’s how the story goes, we all wanted to hear this bit of gossip from MEB but she wouldn’t tell us, then she went to take a poo or something and Alena was the only other person who knew I think. Stevy pointed the tomato sauce bottle at Alena and said that she had five seconds to say what the goss is or she would fuck her up, Sheridan also had her hand grasped around the bottle. They counted to five, or from five down to zero... one of the two, or a combination of, I don’t really remember but the point is, they said five numbers and Alena didn’t really say much, so sauce flew from the bottle all over Alena’s jumper. Now at this point, I didn’t really know what was happening. I was already laughing almost as much as I was when Tom Wilkin was doing his dance, I had already reached that point where I needed to stand up because I was laughing so much and then I nearly fell over the chairs behind me.
As you can probably predict, Alena then grabbed the bottle and sprayed the shit out of Stevy, but this is where the story gets interesting. Who actually squeezed the bottle in the first place? Alena was wearing Sheridan’s hoodie, so you would think it wouldn’t be her, but the added information is that Sheridan only realised it was her hoodie AFTER the sauce had been squirted all over it, so she could have been the one who did it, but she claims that she didn’t because it was her hoodie, and she uses the ‘why would I do that to my hoodie’ argument.
Stevy said she didn’t do it, which is her entire argument. Who do I believe, I don’t know. Stevy’s argument seems much more believable but when I think about it more carefully it seems like they were both lying. Perhaps they both squeezed the bottle, or maybe no one did, maybe the air surrounding it just thickened and squeezed the bottle for them? Either way, Alena got covered in sauce, and then Stevy did, and then the Villis people walked outside and saw us and were not impressed. I don’t think we are ever welcome back there again, but we will be there next Thursday because it was awesome.
Moving on, so the plan was to go to Cafe De Villis with the amazing people from English and anyone else who wanted to tag along, so it ended up being (in alphabetical order of course) Josh Breda, Kendall White, Sheridan Lee Grigg, Safeer Ahmad, Marie Elaina Bakas, Alena Duykers, Alex Linou, Tahlia Fairlie, Rhys Wood and the person with the shortest name I have ever met, Stevy-Nevada Davenport-Handley. So here’s how the story goes, we all wanted to hear this bit of gossip from MEB but she wouldn’t tell us, then she went to take a poo or something and Alena was the only other person who knew I think. Stevy pointed the tomato sauce bottle at Alena and said that she had five seconds to say what the goss is or she would fuck her up, Sheridan also had her hand grasped around the bottle. They counted to five, or from five down to zero... one of the two, or a combination of, I don’t really remember but the point is, they said five numbers and Alena didn’t really say much, so sauce flew from the bottle all over Alena’s jumper. Now at this point, I didn’t really know what was happening. I was already laughing almost as much as I was when Tom Wilkin was doing his dance, I had already reached that point where I needed to stand up because I was laughing so much and then I nearly fell over the chairs behind me.
As you can probably predict, Alena then grabbed the bottle and sprayed the shit out of Stevy, but this is where the story gets interesting. Who actually squeezed the bottle in the first place? Alena was wearing Sheridan’s hoodie, so you would think it wouldn’t be her, but the added information is that Sheridan only realised it was her hoodie AFTER the sauce had been squirted all over it, so she could have been the one who did it, but she claims that she didn’t because it was her hoodie, and she uses the ‘why would I do that to my hoodie’ argument.
Stevy said she didn’t do it, which is her entire argument. Who do I believe, I don’t know. Stevy’s argument seems much more believable but when I think about it more carefully it seems like they were both lying. Perhaps they both squeezed the bottle, or maybe no one did, maybe the air surrounding it just thickened and squeezed the bottle for them? Either way, Alena got covered in sauce, and then Stevy did, and then the Villis people walked outside and saw us and were not impressed. I don’t think we are ever welcome back there again, but we will be there next Thursday because it was awesome.
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