3 musketeers 3 musketeers.

That makes 6 mmuusskkeetteeeerrss (technically, 33 but that is just being pedantic) in total. Me, Kat, Tim, Mike, Rach, Matt. We went and had an awesome time painting the town red a lovely shade of yellow. Why yellow I do not know.

Anywho Saturday was a day of days. Don't tell them, but I had been dreading the day that Mike and Tim met Kat. They are alright alone, but together they get a bit excitable.
Luckily I managed to stop Micheal from Mooning Kat's Dad as we overtook him at 63 in a 50 limit. No idea why they don't like the idea of Kat being in Tim's car. He's safe you know, bear safe.

Here's how it went.
We decided to go out and eat, something that we have mutually agreed as enjoyable by all. We got into Pizza Hut at about 8.30, but due to a combination of Micheal thinking Pineapple is 'gay' and nobody else caring what they ate, we somehow ended up with 4 large pizzas between the 6 of us. But we didn't actually manage to decide this until almost 9.10. During the meal some woman/girl type thing tapped me on the shoulder and asked me not to talk about nipples, how rude of her. Mike being mike took this as an invitation to shout said word repeatedly. Oh the mirth. We also made a Pizza called Peter. It was quite amusing.

...Some time later...

Some stuff continued to happen in pizza hut, but it was mainly the leaving of crusts and the wasting of parmeshan and salt. Onwards to the Cinematographic Parlour my friends. 23 is an awesome film, go see it. It'll do you good.

Sianara.