Boys in the Hood

Now that my beloved boys are back in the apartment, I feel as though I will have enough steady material to do a regular feature on their zany antics. And so today marks the first edition of:

The Falafel Boys=Total Gentlemen

Yesterday while I was looking in my closet pantry for some good eats, I hear a knock at my door. As I open the door and say, "yeeeees?" I see Luke has a banana in the fly of his pants thrusting in my general direction. "Oh yeah, you like that? How about this?" And the banana detaches, travels upwards and (gently) slaps me in the face. I recoil and make a pouty face while the banana continues to make contact with my cheeks. "LUUUBEY! Yeahhhh! Thats a banana with a condom on it. And now its on YO FACE!"

Thanks Luke. Thank you.


I later find out that they a friend who stayed the night left some of his condoms in the living room. Not just any ol' run of the mill condom, but a more embarassing variety, known as the "Snuggerfit." For small peeps.

That made it funnier.

Rage X

Now that I have been absent for almost a month, I feel that I should at least post something to follow my last one so that anyone casually perusing new reads will not know me only as the blue suede shoe lover. I swear there is more to me than that.

So, briefly, since I have last posted all of my roommates have returned, I saw my parents twice, got a haircut, was more hung-over than I ever have been, and started classes (Habari gani, marafiki!)

Obviously there has been more going on, but that is all I can bear to brief about.

Also, seriously, from now on, interesting posts. At least twice a week. Hopefully one a day.


And just for fun, me at my finest: