Drunk poet society on bloodthirstiness

I had some funny nights the last day and that's why I gonna blog some now.
It started thursday at Uwe's house with some poker and drinking stuff. I lost three round ,but it was quiet a lot fun. I drunk some kind of rum ( Canario ) and it wasn't bad. Around 3 o'clok we went to the beach and the sky was full of stars ,we took some plastic chairs and sat about 2 hours in front of the sea ,drunk some and "sandfighted" =D
After we arrived at Uwe's home one of us drove home, one tried to sleep (Jonas) and the other three ( Uwe , Tobi and me) started to write poems about each other on toilet paiper. Uwe could save some of them which I gonna publish here . Unfortunally they are on german and it's kinda impossible to translate them ( I won't correct the writingmistakes ) :


From me to Tobi :

tobi,tobi,eine ode an tobi !!!

tobi du bist wie ein stein, steine reden nicht viel und sind
hart wie stein. die meisten steine sind schwul, aber sie wissen es nicht. tobi du bist wie ein stein! steine können sich nicht wehren. tobi du bist wie ein stein. aber wenn du eins bist tobi
dann bist du hart wie stein. tobi du bist wie ein stein...


From Uwe to me :

Der Borsti

Er ist sick und klein,
nicht schick, ich würd gern weinen
wie soll ich ihn bechreiben
ohne bei dem versuch zu leiden

ohne kommerz
sein name ist schmerz

scheiß auf den namen
bleiben wir im rahmen

ohne weiter zu schreiben
ein freund soll er bleiben


From Tobi to Jonas:

jonaSS

in deinem namen stckt arsch
und auch so bist du relativ barsch
quasi ziemlich harsch
und obwohl du ein arsch bist,
bist du wie wir
EIN ARSCH


From Uwe to Jonas:

wie soll es anders sein:
klein aber fein!

ohne scheiß
und ohne fleiß.

begabt in kunst
mit götter gunst

gesegnet und geheiligt


From me to Jonas:

Heil Jonas!

heil jonas...so mag manch einer dich begrüßen,
aber ich nicht...ich sehe den stein hinter
der fassade. Jay du bist ein freund. J du bist immer
für mich da. ein guter. J du bist ein freund...und wenn
ich so drüber nachdenke vermag ich auch zu rufen
heil jonas ,denn du bist ein guter


After I read them today I asserted that we were sickly drunk O_O
After some "Wrapping-Uwe-with-toiletpaiper" action I tried to sleep at about 6 o'clock in the hallway , but the sun rose quickly and Uwe's dogs started to bark .

Friday I was invented to a birthdayparty at a disco called Fantasy. We started to drink at Jonas house ( his new cognomen is jay or only j ) and went to the disco at about 23:00. The party was cool , but our Wodka was kinda fast empty and I was hungry as hell. Therefore jay and me went outside searching some food , we didn't found anything and went back afterwards we reached some dark streets. When we arrived we saw some people pushing themeselves hardly and after one guy was pushed to the ground the brawl went heavy. One sick guy pulled out a knife and threated the others. Due to that even more guys went sick destroying bottles and "rethreated" that guy. Because I was a bit drunk I can't remember how all that ended ,but after that we asked a guy what happend and he told us the story. He was kinda gangster ,but anyway cool. We drunk a beer together and he told us some funny stories , like he gets sometimes in a bloodthirstiness and does not hear anything just hearing the blood splash... smart guy ;-)

Hope you enjoyed this two partystories :-))


Greetings Riou

hearing: Fatboy Slim - weapon of choice