Anonymous Observer (Part1)

Went for a friends b.d party the other day out of the sheer lack of better things to do and the tedious need to catch up with my old friends, foes and nemesis,and also to do what i do best,observe human behavior. I tried to camouflage into the surroundings by avoiding anything that would label me a tee totaler and so picked the next best thing,Smirnof Ice.

Partial reason for this,was that among the bums present were members of the soon to-be-famous United Front Against Soft Drinks(UFASD).A group of soon to be drankards, who push a swallow as if they were weaned on the most potent alcohol. UFASD, coming to a bar near you,remember to mention that u heard about them from me 1st...

Now where was i again,the party..yes..one of the reasons i hate parties is the small talk that at times comes with it. Am no fan of small talk,actually i hate the whole affair.Its as interesting as watching two flies mate;although i know some of my friends like Jason,Denis,Kahuma and the two Paulo's find it an interesting pass time,well i dont..

At this particular party my friend Pierre introduced me to some guy,whose name aint worth remembering;but since he is pivotal in the story,let me give him a name befitting his persona,let me call him John Bosco aka JoBo,and his galfriend Sarrrrrrah - thats how JoBo pronounced it in his thick Kinyakorrrrrre accent.
After the introduction, by my "introducter" friend he excused himself to go across the room to chat up some semi-drank damsel whom he hadnt seen in a long time and said owed him "some,some"(yet to figure out what that means).

This left the "introductees" in an akwardly loud akwardness,which was only broken by JoBo's unrhythmic heavy breathing, characteristic to someone who has got mucus stuffed inside their nostrils...Eeeeuuu! and the absurd noise from Sarrrrrah's futile attempts to sing along to Kanye's Heartless..(without being too harsh and with minimal detail);she dragged the song through Hell's musical gutters,and by the time it re-emerged from her mouth,it smelt like hippo excrement

.. ANYWAY...i decided to check out JoBo's outfit consisted of a variety of material's,namely; jean pants,jean jacket all iced up with a jean baseball cap-i never knew they even existed.And by the way he walked,i bet he had jean briefs underneath. Sarrrrrah on the other hand was a delightful spectacle of pink shoes,pink top and a pink skirt that wouldnt fit my 4 year old sister.you and i dont have to guess the colour of her undergarment.
I took one quick look at the pair and knew they would make a good case study for my study on human behavior. In an effort to break the silence i initiated conversation with JoBo,"How do u do?" JoBo replied,"I do BBA at MUBS....".....

..(At this juncture i got my confirmation that I had got another specimen for my study human behaviour) ..

TO BE CONTINUED...