The BOOSH Diaries Entry 1

So the other weekend I decided to take a spry jaunt over to the local Irish Swillery to search for the solution to lifes problems at the bottom of a Smithwicks bottle. I have yet to find the solution but in going about solving my problems this way I realized I am privy to many a tom foolery. So I decided to write a diary, a diary akin to many a teenage youngsters, full of angst and observation of day to day life. However this diary will have one main theme. You guessed it, BOOSHES. So, back to the Pub. As I walked out to get some fresh air I noticed a young couple standing on the corner, both young fairly attractive people who fit the Yuppy genre. Clearly not having a good time, I over heard them arguing about something so in my boredom and need to be a creeper I listened in on the festivities. THANK GOD I didnt miss this jewel. So as the young lady scream incoherent rants about cosmo articles and genetic dispositions that cause unfaithfulness, the guy, a struggling lad, tried desperatly to explain why he had inappropriate contact with the lady's sister. BOOSH! So in mid sentence of his defense the lady hauled up and smacked him with a right hand so hard I could hear it echo through is shocked open mouth.....and without pause the jibbering hooligan up and smacked her back BOOSH!!! There was an awkward pause and moment of shock. Then as if in unison they looked at me realizing I had witnessed the entire ordeal. The lady ran off crying and the guy went back into the Pub for another Pint. I stood solemly in the night air, laughing to myself. What a good night for a hearty Boosh. Until then,

Chai T