when times call for a recap of the previous night's events, our forefathers had but papyrus, the Caves of Lascaux and their own distorted memories to put together who got laid, punched or caught the interest of Johnny Law over the course of the evening.
luckily in the past year we had the advent of
Foggy Monocle, which helps to clear things up through the magic of story telling via email or IM. however what about those other gaps? those times when its just you...and you desperately trying to communicate your inebriated thoughts to friends and others dear to you. yes friends its a blog dedicated to those precious moments - its the creatively named
'texts from last night'.
a sample:
(803): I just saw the girl you left with - Chris Hansen's looking for you
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(312): You'll put your fingers inside me but you won't be my FB friend?
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(610): I got drunk at the beach today. I got the word Badass! tatooed all the way across my foot. Probably a bad idea.
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(502): Dude, just got a bummer.
(1-502): What??
(502): A blow job from a homeless chick.
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(781): You can't wash away shame.
(1-781): I can try.
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(323): How was Slumdog? Did it pull your heartstrings?
(213): It was entertaining. Better than most other Mexican films.
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(321): I solve my problems like an adult, at the strip club drinking on a work night.
Men have found them staring at both since the dawn to time. Now, some highly refined gentleman has seen fit to put the two together on a website. Gentlemen, (and cool ladies) I give you, Explosions & Boobs.*
