It all started on a stormy night in 1981

Apparently two years later, Rafold was born.
Twenty-two years after that, the waitress is completely disinterested, and we're confused.
But after eight shots of tequila and seven beers, you'd probably get the story wrong too.

The B-Boy is self-assured and ready for more.


Much to the doubt of sceptics like me who would like to see him under the table. It's just not human to drink that much. And act sober. And do jumping jacks. And not berf your brains out. Not normal.


But the drinking continues despite my dismay


Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd what? Raf gives me the evil eye. Or he's trying to be a model. I can't decide.


Now this is Raf the model. It's not easy being ridiculously good looking, you know.


And learning something new among drunkards is always entertaining. Do you know how to say 'sex' in Kazsakstani? Neither did I. But it's never to late to find out. The only question I have is why is this not said? The 'symbols' for it are like this. First, you must rub hands together like so...


Then you must clap like this...


And you get the picture. Maybe it's better this way 'cause it can be said in seeeeeeeeeeecret. Genius.


Taurus power represent.
Happy Bday Rafold! I think I speak for all when I thank you for the enlightening lessons learned last night.