Nothing beats waking up at 4:00 in the morning and hanging out at the chatbox of Bleather.
Marti and Jo would put on their nun disguise - Sister Mary Martinne and Sister Mary Jo, Sister Acts Bleather Style. But how do you solve a problem like Maria (Beata)? Huh! Brings me back to my not-so-sane times when I'd tell my mama I wanna be a nun (and join the convent and die re-virginized) and she'd just laugh it off. "What? You? A nun? Fuck off!" *insert nunly catholic laugh here*
Mick would unendlessly share links to his fave videos of class rock acts (nod - he knows his tunes) and funny youtube videos. I get to be introduced to comedy Brit style. I piss my self every morning and it just sets the mood for the day.
And of course the quizzes. Oh how Ges, Scottie and Andy would whip our asses off and wave the Men's Club flag. Huh, I'm not thick. Just slow. Hahahaha! Noah's our new quizmeister and he's doing a good job with it.
Did I say nothing beats mornings at Bleather? I stand corrected. There's one thing that's beat it. FUCKING PMS.
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