last night shawn took me to see the rev horton heat, dropkick murphys and the sex pistols. it was at the fleet boston pavillion...which means chairs. ugh. when the dkm came on everyone stormed the front...chairs started flying. the girl next to me got hit in the face, as did i. she points to shawns (cute) friend orson and says he did it. (not true) out fo fucking nowhere, her ogre of a male friend steps in and starts punching orson in the face. this dude had to have been at least 6'5'' and 300lbs. who pulls him off orson? BAILEY FUCKIN MAXWELL! i then proceed to get in the guys face and tell him to be a fucking man and apologize to my friend, since he wasnt the one who did it...seriously i must have a deathwish or something. this dude would have killed me with one finger.
all in all, it was the best night i have had in months.
all in all, it was the best night i have had in months.
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ponyboy_curtis:
and that's why i need a bailey fuckin maxwell of my very own.
7deuce:
cute? lol you should come up and cheer the fucking bitch up he has been in a fucking funk for days now (since monday) glad you had a good time. that guy should have thanked you too... for stopping me from mangling his face.