NAKED TWISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
man, what fun last night was. really good fun.
we don't actually own twister. so we made up our own version of it, with magazine's and...well, nakedness.
the guy at the local shop likes me, so he gave me a discount on beer, what a gool guy. it's a shame i don't find him remotley attractive...but hey, cheap beer. COOL.
after naked twister i fell asleep, i was mad tired. kieron and the sara girl he'd brough with him stayed down here...he pulled apparently. man she's 16, i really wish he wouldn't do that, he's 20!!!!!! i know it's legal here and everything(here being england) but still....there's that part of me that is still going by american law....eww, man, 16 yearolds are not on the cards for me thank you ver much. why? BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL IN MY SISTERS GRADE!!!!!!!
...radio distortion, the subtle voice of a young man telling a story...
in december of 1979 i was born, by january of 1980 i'd been left on the doorstep of st liliths orphanage. in 1984 i suddenly realized that i didn't have a last name, it's a strange thing to realize all of a sudden. i spent the best part of a year thinking of a surname. i needed something that fitted. doing this as a child probably isn't the best idea, your ideals are alot differend than when you are a fully grow adult. luckily i didn't name myself after one of the incredibly lame tellivision shows i was into at the time. i'm not sure where it came about, but i chose the last name rose, and thats how this all began.
i was in the orphanage till i was 9, then a couple of yuppies from new mexico adopted me. they allready had six children of their own, good job for me, my story isn't like the classic "kid who gets adopted stories". i wasn't forced to live in the cupboard, i wasn't beaten up by the other children...occationally i was forced to share a bed with the largest of the 6 children from time to time. those were some of the scariest nights of my life. he'd roll over and grab ahold of me, muttering about bagles and cinniman toast crunch. frightning times.
i lived with the yuppies for 4 years. it was that year we went to houston for a vacation. i don't remember much about that holliday, but i do remember that i never saw new mexico again. i think we were in a shopping mall, a rather busy one. somehow i got separated from the people who i'd come to call my family and ended up crying in the corner of a book store.
...the radio distorts and the young man can no longer be heard...
man, what fun last night was. really good fun.
we don't actually own twister. so we made up our own version of it, with magazine's and...well, nakedness.
the guy at the local shop likes me, so he gave me a discount on beer, what a gool guy. it's a shame i don't find him remotley attractive...but hey, cheap beer. COOL.
after naked twister i fell asleep, i was mad tired. kieron and the sara girl he'd brough with him stayed down here...he pulled apparently. man she's 16, i really wish he wouldn't do that, he's 20!!!!!! i know it's legal here and everything(here being england) but still....there's that part of me that is still going by american law....eww, man, 16 yearolds are not on the cards for me thank you ver much. why? BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL IN MY SISTERS GRADE!!!!!!!
...radio distortion, the subtle voice of a young man telling a story...
in december of 1979 i was born, by january of 1980 i'd been left on the doorstep of st liliths orphanage. in 1984 i suddenly realized that i didn't have a last name, it's a strange thing to realize all of a sudden. i spent the best part of a year thinking of a surname. i needed something that fitted. doing this as a child probably isn't the best idea, your ideals are alot differend than when you are a fully grow adult. luckily i didn't name myself after one of the incredibly lame tellivision shows i was into at the time. i'm not sure where it came about, but i chose the last name rose, and thats how this all began.
i was in the orphanage till i was 9, then a couple of yuppies from new mexico adopted me. they allready had six children of their own, good job for me, my story isn't like the classic "kid who gets adopted stories". i wasn't forced to live in the cupboard, i wasn't beaten up by the other children...occationally i was forced to share a bed with the largest of the 6 children from time to time. those were some of the scariest nights of my life. he'd roll over and grab ahold of me, muttering about bagles and cinniman toast crunch. frightning times.
i lived with the yuppies for 4 years. it was that year we went to houston for a vacation. i don't remember much about that holliday, but i do remember that i never saw new mexico again. i think we were in a shopping mall, a rather busy one. somehow i got separated from the people who i'd come to call my family and ended up crying in the corner of a book store.
...the radio distorts and the young man can no longer be heard...
thats ok i like being looked at like i'm a total stranger! heh heh.....
yeah you do owe me a drink, except im not round that part of town anymore so maybe you could post me one!!