these geniuses get in a limo from the victory. THE VICTORY. A LIMO. way to think outside the box for your stag, bros. then once inside, they got all brave and flashed me gang/bullshit signs. one chief had a cane. maybe he got hit by a slingshot in sarnia. they were hosers.
oh i must have been LOADED last nite cos i was watching this little thing on fefe dobson and IDENTIFIED with it.
we got in a fight cos i wanted to buy a huge bag of chips and put my face in it but we got beef jerky and a tuna sandwich instead (didn't even eat the sandwich) and my feet were killing me and i thought fil was going to make me run across the street and i turned it into a metaphor of how he isn't a gentleman then we had mugs of bailey's, fil met the sandman and i related to fefe dobson. what a winner, right?
OK ON WITH RAYMI'S POETRY SLAM WAR
play with words? holy i just barfed in my mouth and am choking on your loser shame. thanks a lot, buzzkill.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
i want to go away this weekend even for a nite
if anyone has a cottage or an area or something they go to camp or whatever and you aren't scary weirdos email me and we can make a party this weekend
i am serious
in other news fil is doubting his blog so he took it down, it's there but he removed the posts. go harass him in the comments.
i connected all the moles and freckles on fil's back and showed everyone pictures of it when he went to the bathroom.
von witch. i gave elizabeth that necklace cos i am over it.
you may as well kill yourselves now cos you are about to be disgustingly jealous...
BIBIM BOP! this place spelled it bi bim bab so i was a little worried. no worry once it arrived. we shared it, it's a lot of food and pretty filling. ho su on queen will do it with brown rice or NO rice.
then we saw one of the thundercats
sorry biggest gnarliest cat i have ever seen in my entire LIFE!
elizabeth's backyard is like narnia, wtf lamp post?
then this buddy showed up, hey man what's up?
oh what's that a flea collar? nice.
who the fuck is that?
nice mask, zorro. pfft.
this cat was all about cheese and weed.
i am so getting its phone number emailed to me.
honcho totally ate a teeny bud then peeled outta there fucking rules.
haaaaay buddayyy i think you didn't get the WE DON'T CARE memo.
BYE ELIZABETH TORONTO WILL MISS YOU!!! XOXO