So I’m standing in a pink circle dressed in a pink toga watching two Greek guys do something I can only presume is a traditional dance. Which is probably pink. Then everyone drinks a shit load of pink Ouzo from an industrial size cooking pot, before plates are smashed over your head by a guy called Dr George. Everyone gets real loose. It’s like a zoo. A pink zoo. Half naked guys predator their way from pink vagina to pink vagina, with lots of pink cavorting happening in shady pink corners. Or just on the dance floor while everyone watches. It’s like a scene from ancient Greece (which is fitting), where Dionysus is fisting Aphrodite on acid while several dwarves suck grapes from the feet of rotting corpses. Who are pink. I can see my friend Mikes junk, and I’m not enjoying displaying my farmers tan, while using my kilt sporran on as the only place to hold any valuables. I look ridiculous, but after about ten shots of the Greek version of Sambucca, I don’t give a pink fuck.
Fast forward several hours and I’ve seen things I can’t unsee. I might even have partook in some of them. There might have been a couple of incidents on the beach at silly o’clock in the morning. There might have been a shower thing. There might have been…no I can’t say that one. Anyway, you get the gist. I’ve met some crazy people and potentially some life-long friends. I’m invoking my inner Wilde. I’m pushing and testing my boundaries. I’m having the summer of my life.
Pink.
So I’m standing in a pink circle dressed in a pink toga watching two Greek guys do something I can only presume is a traditional dance. Which is probably pink. Then everyone drinks a shit load of pink Ouzo from an industrial size cooking pot, before plates are smashed over your head by a guy called Dr George. Everyone gets real loose. It’s like a zoo. A pink zoo. Half naked guys predator their way from pink vagina to pink vagina, with lots of pink cavorting happening in shady pink corners. Or just on the dance floor while everyone watches. It’s like a scene from ancient Greece (which is fitting), where Dionysus is fisting Aphrodite on acid while several dwarves suck grapes from the feet of rotting corpses. Who are pink. I can see my friend Mikes junk, and I’m not enjoying displaying my farmers tan, while using my kilt sporran on as the only place to hold any valuables. I look ridiculous, but after about ten shots of the Greek version of Sambucca, I don’t give a pink fuck.
Fast forward several hours and I’ve seen things I can’t unsee. I might even have partook in some of them. There might have been a couple of incidents on the beach at silly o’clock in the morning. There might have been a shower thing. There might have been…no I can’t say that one. Anyway, you get the gist. I’ve met some crazy people and potentially some life-long friends. I’m invoking my inner Wilde. I’m pushing and testing my boundaries. I’m having the summer of my life.
I’m away to get my pink on. YAMAS BITCHES!