Here's a poem I wrote:
I've been in the hospital
Since Thursday afternoon.
Some Douchebag hit me with his car.
What a fucking goon.
I cracked four ribs and hit my head
Garnering a concussion
But that's ok, I'm fine with that --
Since I'm going to deliver a spinning pile driver to this guy's testicles should I ever see him again.
Fin.
So yeah, what a great weekend. Doped up on morphine and seeing everything in fucking triplicate -- THAT was a blast. Of course by "blast" I mean "terrible experience".
BUT...I thnk I'm getting a job at ZOKA! Let's just wait and see....shall we?
I've been in the hospital
Since Thursday afternoon.
Some Douchebag hit me with his car.
What a fucking goon.
I cracked four ribs and hit my head
Garnering a concussion
But that's ok, I'm fine with that --
Since I'm going to deliver a spinning pile driver to this guy's testicles should I ever see him again.
Fin.
So yeah, what a great weekend. Doped up on morphine and seeing everything in fucking triplicate -- THAT was a blast. Of course by "blast" I mean "terrible experience".
BUT...I thnk I'm getting a job at ZOKA! Let's just wait and see....shall we?
imfrickincold:
Hope you got the job... is that the butt sex one? That would be awesome if you got that one. I'm not explaining that so that if anyone reads this it looks like you're gtting a job involving butt sex. Share the morphine with me, I had surgery while I was in seattle and now im out of pain killers. GrrRrr.. Angry. Anyways, yeah, Sorry about the car accident thing. It's because everyone in your town drives like a moron.
imfrickincold:
yeah, but i would have had to wait like two months, whereas if i went to seattle it was like... a week... so...yeah. how ya feelin?