This past Friday night, I definitely did.
Some useless, some hilarious, some... well, some we can't talk about.
I learned the sounds that turtles make during sex. I also learned that my friends are really good at mimicking that sound exactly.
In case you were wondering, there's a big difference between the types of turtles and the sounds they make. It's slightly disturbing. You're welcome.
I also learned that at a bar in my hood, there's a new bartender who will play Faith No More and old Skid Row tunes. He also made mention of the Killer Dwarves, and understood my love for Sebastian Bach.
It's the little things, folks.
I learned that I dress like Christmas and am excited to take pictures beside any type of Christmas lights. I'm like Crazy Dork Santa.
In lieu of presents, I bring you beer and sarcasm.
Awesome bitches can read stuff. Words, sentences, paragraphs. All of it.
I learned that, too.
I learned that being told to pose like the Statue of Liberty is tough, because what the hell does she do with her other damn hand?
So I'm the Statue of Libation-ty.
The last thing I learned?
I friggin' hate cold weather and may hibernate til May.
Bring Big Macs and whiskey. This'll be a long winter.