Putting the Hock in Hakafot

This past weekend was the last of the Jewish holiday weekends for a really long time, it's a kind of a bittersweet feeling but at least I have my Motzash's back-which can only mean one thing. Party time! Let's reflect on Simchas Torah '06:
What's more fun than meeting randoms and having a whole conversation about baked beans. Everyone loves baked beans, just everyone tries to hide that. Back in MDS days, I would always look forward to every other Tuesday, Hot Dog day. They served hot dogs, corn bread and baked beans. I never ate the beans because I always feared that if I did I would hear some kind of poem about flatulence, so I avoided it. I kind of regret it now. To think I could have had 8 years worth of beans in my system is I wasn't so intimidated by my peers.
It's always fun when your friend comes out of the room first thing in the morning wearing your bra, and then to make it more believable, she adds 6 baby peppers to fill it out, what can possibly be hotter than that. Forget about stuffing you bra with balled up toilet paper or shoulder pads, peppers are the way to go.
Holiday meals are always fun,but it's possible that there will be some glitches along the way. For example, what kinda of idiot makes noodle kugal in a dairy pot for a meat meal? Just use the meat pot, why must we complicate things? Also, it's important that when eating brownies, you should probably ask the host exactly what ingredients were used. Also, deli roll rules.
It's always fun to hock it up and then seeing your super cute, yet still single Rebbe from 6th grade in the middle of it all.
You know those people that just don't like going to bathroom by alone? How about going to the restroom in #8H, at the party of the century, and accompanying her along with one other friend. Sounds funny, but how bout when there were 3 girls in the bathroom and then the door wouldn't open. It was pretty funny when the door finally opened but to have 3 girls walk out of the bathroom one by one. This almost reminds me of the time I was in Ramaz. I was picking up Emily from a birthday party and I went to the bathroom, I couldn't see the sign of the door because it was wide open and I chose to ignore the urinals because it was the lower school. After I finished, I heard a man's voice. But of course I just peed in the men's room. I couldn't leave because the men were in the middle, I didn't wanna see them, heck, I didn't want them to see me! After the 6 longest minutes ever of me waiting patiently, I tip-toed out. I thought I was safe. Until the stupid janitor started laughing at me causing everyone to turn around. Oops.

Remember, just CUS you weren't there, doesn't mean you wont get it (haha, cus. Good times).