Paris Hilton’s BFF

Aftermath. It’s a dangerous world.

Ps. Melissa puked not long after this was taken.

Crash Dash Bash

Ahhh heyyy…Hoorayy!
So its Monday morning and what better go do then blog about this past weekend’s main attraction: CKC did it again!

So let’s place ourselves in the past: it’s saturday night and as we all start arriving at our “point de rencontre” which was our beloved metro st lololol as some people would call it…
Some of us were tipsy, others were drunk already, and others were just waiting to arrive to our first destination, which was a random house party..

None of us knew that it would be quite the adventure.

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Before moving on to the adventure I just wanted to point out that some of the guys from last week’s fistfight fiasco showed up and as we look at each other and realize how awkward it was they decided to bounce asap!! LMFAO!!!

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So the adventure starts when we go pick up our last hope forteez and libations before heading up to the longest walk of our life. The Dunaj sisters had procured this Chinese imported tribal orange glow in the dark “face paint” and handed it to me so I can assemble it and test it out, here’s how it went:

D: here nick! Just put it together and test it out on your hand a bit…

N: okay… Hmmm? How am I supposed to know how to do this without any instructions??

(Sarah takes out the instructions and rips the bottom part and throws it away)

D: here you go! You don’t need to read the warning thought… it’s gonna be okay don’t worry gagaga!!!

WTF?!?!$@”);$&??
As it turned out it was in fact glow in the dark HAIR GEL and it said to wash hands intensly after applying it.. But we all decided to ignore all-o-that and go ahead with this procedure.

So as we all start walking up saint lol-lol street and I was mixing the weird paste with this cocaine type powder looking like some crazy freak of life, we stopped at the Juste Pour Rire venue because we all recognized some friends who were waiting to go see the slackers…

..and that’s when I saw her.
This chick I used to have a super duper big myspace crush on. She went to Dawson too so I recognized her right away. I did not remember her name so as I point her out to my sister, here’s what went down:

N: yoooo check cette filleee!!! C piglet LOL

C; WTF de quoi tu parles?? C meme pas piglet!

(we call her piglet, as a nickname no one would recognize, because of her cute nose)

From then on, HELL BROKE LOOSE and before you knew it we started cursing and fighting over this for the next 30 mins while everyone was dragging us to go to our first destination.

So as we get to Prince Arthur street and turn right, Ben Kornacki ( who had a fair amount of booze already) started arguing that we shouldve turned left… There, started yet another deconstructive argument that made us walk far too far and end up kinda lost.

So as we call to check on directions we finally get on the street we needed to be on and walk to the apartment door, everyone was pretty anxious to go in and some of us were about to piss our pants, not to mention that we were all drenched because it was raining hardcore outside, we ring the bell, and some RANDOM ASS person opens the door SHOCKED to the sight of 20 kids half drunk and ready to party their faces off at their doorstep.

Yes, you’ve probz guessed it already, we rang the wrong doorbell. (did I mention that we called for directions?)

Okay let’s cut to when we actually get to the party..
Everyone went their own way, socialized, drank some more, and smoked upity upedd.. Next thing u know were all pretty wasted and made friends, exchanged convo and phone numbers and stuff and…

..wait..oh….hmmm…..who the hell is that dude with the tribal glow in the dark hair gel on his shirt..? And that chick has some too..oh wait.. That other person too!?

Yeah, someone got their hands on the sketchy glow paste and next thing u know, everyones got it smeared on themselves so we all decide to put some on our faces as well. All of a sudden, the host comes up to me and tells me that some chick is bleeding from her face because of it, and people overheard and started FREAKING the fuck out!!

Yeah, thank the LORD Sarah dunaj has good observational skills and saw that the dumb bitch was in fact bleeding from a cut from her finger and not because of the gel on her face.

So after reassuring ourselves, I go around the room to gather the CKC crew so we could go to our second location: 3rd year peer pressure party at vinyl!

So after rolling a blunt, and vibzing to lunice’s beatboxing and ben kornacki’s rhyming skills we decide to move and end up arriving to our final location: vinyl.

Of course we always run into problems and got stopped at the door because we did not have a pass to get in. WTF PASSSES??? DO YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE?!?!?!?!?!!? (I actually said that.. lolz)

None of us had heard about this pass and we were all personally invited by the hosts. Anyways, we stood there and started arguing with the bouncer for ten minutes before he finally let us in seeing as we annoyed him enough.

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NOW VISUALIZE THIS!!!!!!!!!!
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A dark ish room, foggy from everyone’s body heat, full of people dancing to the great remixes and mash ups of Hatchmatik and A-rock. So we all make our way to the dancefloor and I jump on the first couch I can see and thee paarrty is onnn!

Everyone was there! Peer pressure queers and peers as well as the rooftopfistfights kids, creepy Mat de Rome, Marie Jane, snobby teenwolf hostess, EVEN P-Thugg from CHROMEO was there! and many more…

So after dancing our faces and lungs off, most of us felt super dizzy, drenched in our ongoing sweat and our faces SIZZLING from THE TOXIC GLOW GEL!!! We stumbled on our way to go outside, dizzy overdosing on the excessive amount of CO2 we inhaled, and sat on the sidewalk watching melissa fuller demonstrate her dance skills to lunice while we recuperate our oxygen levels…

All in all it was quite an eventful night and so much happened, hence, why this post was soooo effin long!

I just want to say that I hope we do this more often and never stop doing what we do because we know how to do it!

I’ll be spinning at Le Social this Saturday so don’t hesitate to pass by and say wussup!

Peace and crackzzz
Nick Brutus Grass
L

react-re-enact-stat.

it’s official. i’ve lost my virginity to the blog world.

i want to take the time to welcome myself to this amazing world of rants and discussion about everything that has to do with whatever i do, and you reading about it………..okay, that’s good enough.

Moving on to this past weekend, a weekend of mis-haps, if you want to put it that way…

So Friday was supposed to be the big day, a day where all our friends reunited once again since the great seperation from Dawson College, since most of us moved on to the university world. All we wanted to do is get drunk, high and have a good time, just like in the old days. It was supposed to be a secret party, our first one since our beloved Victoria School (R.I.P) has been locked down and sold to the school commission of Montreal to rebuild it into a Tourism School. Our new location was close to metro Sherbrooke, a 4 storey building that has been abandoned for a while… So as we all meet up with our 40′z in hand, tools in our bags and flashlights in our back pockets and make our way to the back of this building we were about to enter, about 15 other kids show up, having heard of this party, to join in on the fun. In a matter of no time, we were 30 kidz in the back of this huge abandoned building, where the only way in was the side panel window of the front door, which was broken by a bunch of crackhead bums an hour before we got there. So as 3 of us go in to check for a back door or some other way to get in, a lump of a body was found under a sleeping bag, and not wanting to interfere with whoever “owned” the territory, we just bounced and started contemplating some other place to go to where we could all sit, stand, and have a good time. So my amazingly-inuitive sister Cynthia decides to pop up with the idea of “crashing” a house party in N.D.G. Of course, everyone is down and as we all make our way there and show up in front of this random guy’s appartment, we are all filled with excitement, and we were all pretty tipsy by then, if not drunk already. So I do my best to make sure everyone is comfortable and introduce myself to the host, and his friends and throw in a few cheers and high fives just to lighten up the tense vibe i felt in the appartment. So as everyone started socializing and exchanging conversation, I decide to go back in the kitchen to roll up a doobie with my best friends, and Sean, the host, comes in and starts looking around, panting suspiciously… before you know it, he grabs the first empty beer bottle he finds and smashes it on HIS OWN KITCHEN TABLE.

—–OKAY LETS ALL VISUALIZE THIS————

-Sean, the host, BREAKS a beer bottle on HIS OWN kitchen table (who the fuck does that?) and as my best friend Carolyne startles ‘coz she got pieces of glass in her face, and as I back off feeling the pieces caress, or scratch my legs, i thank the lord for giving me such hairy legs and try to understand what the hell is going on.

-Sean, the host, decides to go over to one of my friends sitting down in the kitchen, grabs him by the collar and points the broken beer bottle to his neck (again, who the fuck would do that?) < did I mention he was a regular joe bloe white boy with a turtle in his room type of guy?

-My friend, who had the sharp bottle pointing to his main artery on the side of his neck decides to go with his instincts and starts punching away on the guy’s head to make him back off.

———BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, THE WHOLE APARTMENT SHOWS UP AND PUNCHES ARE BEING THROWN LEFT TO RIGHT—————————

-Following my instincts (and knowing that I was spinning at Le Social the next night) I run to Sean (the host)’s room and press any button possible to get my fucken CD that was in his CD player to bounce out of this shit hole.

-Okay, so now we’re all in the hallway of the 3rd floor of this appartment building, people screaming, throwing punches, and me, trying to break everything off.

-Goodie me, was pushing as many people away from my friends, and at the same time, trying to hold Sean, and the other dude away from each other, but they seemed to be quite attracted to each other and couldn’t let go so I go behind Sean (the host) and hold his arms behind his back. He turned around, pushes me abruptly and tells me to fuck off, so I let my friend throw him a few punches while he was at it, and the next thing you know…

——–CAROLYNE MY FRIEND IS SCREAMING——————-

-WTF happened? I’ll tell you what happened. Someone decided to throw my other friend down a flight of stairs, yes, you’ve read it right…down a flight of stairs. Poor guy did not touch one step except for the last one.

-Now with my friend punching Sean (the host), my other friend being pulled by other dudes, and my other friend down the flight of stairs, I did not know WTF to do anymore. So my action plan was just to get everyone to bounce the fuck out of this place, but it was too late already. Before you knew it, everyone was outside their apartments, counting the landlord trying to understand what the hell was going on.

-Cops were called, and my two friends decide to bounce to save themselves from more trouble. I try to go talk to the cops, but they don’t want anything to do with me if I did not tell them the names of my friends who “ran away”. So I decided to let Sean (The host) be, and tell his bullshit story as is and went on the side with a few people waiting to find out what’s going on.

-So after 20 mins of sharabia, the cops come up to me and tell me that nothing is going to happen here and that we should all get out of this area… so with a sigh of relief, and completely separated from everyone we were with at the beginning, 5-6 of us, including 3 of our honorary members in this blog itself, decide to find some calm street where we could pee, and smoke up, so we did. A lot of smoke was blown, and the Nile river was created on the asphalt.

After having talked about the situation over and over again, and laughing about certain periods of the night continuously, we all convinced ourselves that this was a night to remember, and that this always happens to us. No matter where we are, No matter what we’re doing, either someone gets arrested, either we get beeped and honked at for using mall bathrooms, we get special encounters with bums and crack heads, and we basically always ask for trouble. This is what we’re all about, and this is what we’re all proud of.

At least we have something to tell our grand children, right? That’s if we get to that point of course, but this all comes in a different discussion…

All I have to say, is that we live a life full of fiasco, and crazy people, and we should appreciate how eventful our day to day could be, and be thankful that this shit happens, or else life would be far too boring.

And you all might be wondering why the hell Sean (the host) decided to break a bottle of beer and start all of this crap. Well here it is ladies and gentlemen:

———-he accused my friend of stealing his 1st generation Ipod————-

think about that twice, or three times if you can, and try to make sense out of it.

Until then, I will leave you with a quite astoundish Kanye West remix by non-other than Hatchmatik. His new song “Love Lockdown” just makes me feel so good inside.. have a listen.

Kanye West - Love Lockdown (Hatchmatik remix V2)

ughh pink nails

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Pink nails are in.

so yeah HIIIII, I havent written since my first time :O….. but hey hey hey! it’s gonna be okay I’m here now.

ughhh I hate people. people are massively shivs, and make me wanna kill sometimes. ahhh NO REASON.

SO I started school 1 week ago, and I feel like this semester suckss balls.. I mean I like my classes and all, but the shivsy dunaj and the shmitty and brutus and passoutman and lazlonde , naccs….peaced the fuck out!! and I just feel shivs, the people I hang out with are obviously my friends, but I dont get to spend as much time with my shivsyyy and ple girls. which kinda sucks, but 1 metro away aah heyy tarif reduit not

I love thou sarah dunaj, thou shant worry about anything, its gonna be okay, Letourhoe will keep you safe! and you must speak with Letourbro haha yeeeee

but wtvv im all good,… im bluedogging it…

let’s stop about schhoool now. lets talk about life,
life is actually reallly good rightt now, I dont think I would like to go back to what I was before.. if that makes sense!?! I’m just saying that everything right now is good. I’m sooo happy. I LOOVEEE my job, I fkn love telling people what to do hha its amazing! ++ i get to play dress up. Merchandiser, ah hey wassup
gah gah gahhhhhh. Partying is good 18+ ah hey, also promoting is ah hey!
ah gawd meeting amazing people is keyyyyy. ahh i love all of it.
Ireally dont think people understand how happy I am! well I’m sure shivsy dunaj understands, cuz I keep her safe!. but yeah.. I’m just having sooo much fun and all is good with me:)

I’m just annoyed at people who don’t understand what I want them to understand,…
wtvvv.
it’s gonna be okay!!

ah i also love being edgy/easy breezy… i was sooooooo edgy this wk end i think shivsy dunaj got a little jealz and creamzz her pants!

I misssss the ple girls and i can’t wait to drank with you all tomorrow..
it;s gonna be grand ahha!

I wonder how Shmitty is doing in suchh a big schhooll. I miss her, and we can no longer run around in circles singing… ” we are underaged..” gaahhhhhh

ahhh im also fknnn obssessd with gossip girl. i watched it on monday and pretty much creamzzzzz..
or shall i say creamy coleslaw. naccs is my hero. fullyy enjoyyed that night!
I effing love being creamy coleslaw in angrignon parkkkkk. Naccs you make me creamz ha!
ahhh gg.

good morning upper east sidders. L and N we’re spotted being creamy coleslaw in angrignon park. They were also spotted drinkng bottles of wine and eating 1/2 moons @ midnight. How shivsy dunaj can you get..

I LOVE YOU

X o X o gossip girl

a.k.a LETOURHOEEEE
XOXOX

Series of Events III

Well, this is it. It’s done…almost. I’m talking about summer of course. And it has been quite the crazy one at that. Although large parts of it have already been forgotten-due mostly to mind altering substances- it can be declared a success. Here are a few memorable moments…

Date: Sunday, August 3, 2008.

Location: Meg Boat

What Went Down: Cyn got two warnings, Jdu’s VIP “mishap”, drunken freestyles, cheerleading, pictures to prove I was present, unheard PLE girl shout out, David Bowie (fuck you!), trademark pink marker, attractive tourists, triple flip hold-up off the boat.

Date: Thursday, August 14, 2008.

Location: Saphir

What Went Down: Saw a singing hobo who produced condensation, got ditched, witnessed pool table shenanigans, Nick caused a ruckus, ripped off the bouncer (haha), tore my jeans on the railing, 2$ chow mein, shoes were thrown onto the street, took a bus, woke someone up, 4:30 purchases.

Date: Friday, August 22, 2008.

Location: Le Social

What Went Down: Awkward 106 ride, 07/10, predrank on picnic tables, teddy bear, swirly patterns, nooses and fake blood, suffocating bunny masks, balloons, bad trip, unexpected guests, broken camera, hoes got down, 33$ rental, 5:30 feta bucket vomiting.

 

- Sarah

 

let me tell you about my first time.

…NO it’s not about sex, you little short dick man.

this is my official post as PLEGIRLS. ah heyyyyy!

well yes its pretty late in the night/early in the morning, whatever you want it to be. its okay to be shivs at the time of the day/night and say really stupid things, and know that half or everything thing you’re witting does not make any sense at all. AND ITS FUCKING GREAT! Its great because judging is… its horrible! and if u arent answering what you are reading well then u can go fuck yourself. ill just have to shove my car toy up your ass if you dont shut up…

..SHHHHHH, ill be gentle, its gonna be okay, dont try to fight it

those are the exact words i will be whispering, and that you will wish to never hear again.

im tired, but its gonna be okay, i dont that shivsy dunaj will keep me safe. FUCKING safe.

So i recently found a new obsession. Im obssessed with these amazing metro adds. theyre everywhere, in the metro, on busses, on the highway, and i cant stop thinking about them, and i get soooo egg-cited whenever i come across one. Every time i see a new one…creamzzz

-seule un samedi soir

-en pleine canicule

-avoir un extinction de voix

-trop gener pour appeller la fille du cour de math

-un cour de chimie 402

-douze travaux de session

-laver la vaisselle au salaire minimum

-se faire pointer du doig

-… and there are sooooo many of them, but yeah, im too lazy to write them all

so as my first ever post for the PLEGIRLS, i think this was a success. I DONT EFFING CARE if u didnt like it, cuz i fullyyy enjoyed writing it, and i doo know that nothing here makes any sense but heh, hey hey hey its gonna be okay!

peaceeeeee mah ladies im going to bed.

xox

LETOURHOEE

Series of Events II

Summer started off with a BIG bang…and it just sorta died. What exactly happened? I’m guessing, for the most of us (myself EXCLUDED), this mid-summer laziness is the result of part time jobs. Have no fear, the PLE girls are back with a vengeance! Here are a few highlights from our wild nights…

Date: Friday, May 30, 2008.

Location: Le Social

What Went Down: Indecent Exposure: Trailer Trash, consumed too much wine, awkward drunkenness, other unmentionable altered states, SPAM!, tortured Cynthia, weird touching, fights n’ tears, teeth chattering, bus crying, Nick’s answering machine, broken umbrellas, cashews and feta buckets.

Date: ???

Location: Old Port; Science Center

What Went Down: Perez’s goodbye, leaving to England, pop n’ squatting, I kissed a girl and I liked it, ass slapping, funny pictures, meaningful stares, heart breakers, McDonald’s.

Date: Tuesday, June 17, 2008.

Location:Parking Lots, Blizzarts

What Went Down: Drank 40’s, took more pictures, judged grills, approved of edginess, RIP easy breezy, braids, wore colorful undies, spoke with British accents, Pharmaprix, shed more tears, received massages, lap sitting, saw “Ah Hey”, unintentional bruising, JDU shouldn’t have worn ANY mascara, threw recycling bins, got arrested, 85$ fine, Chow Mein, nipple rubbing, massive hangover.

Even though summer seems to be almost over … don’t worry. Remember that we have at least two more months of altered states, awkward experiences, memorable jokes, risky dancing, stupid choices and embarrassing moments. 2k8 summer, ah hEEEY.

- SARAH SHIVSY DUNAJ

Ps: Sarry for being shivs at all of the aforementioned nights. Please don’t judge me, I’M SOCIALLY AWKWARD!

Montreal Crack Addicts

Once upon a time, there were two sisters.

In an altered state, they were forced to witness a most unique individual. 

One was able to capture this specimen in all her glory. Take careful notice of the dopey smile and fashion choices. 

Memorable quotes:

“Do your breasts stay up like that or are you wearing bras?”

“I’ll take the both of them to go.”

The problem with these quotes, aside from the obvious awkwardness of the first and the lack of a fast food joint for the second, is that she was not talking to ANYONE. Just muttering and laughing excitedly to the air around her. Needless to say, we couldn’t breathe from trying to stop ourselves from laughing. 

It’s hard to hear her, but listen carefully. And watch her sway back and forth in happiness.  The best part is kept for last, as she says loudly, “Oh don’t start, okay?”

Thank you miss for making our night.

You should probably cut down on the drugs though.