BRING IT ON YA SUMBITCH! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
Is this a drive-by argument?
Oh, oh...Uhm, yes. Excuse me, old chap. So sorry, but...I disagree! *ZOOM*
I really wish I had a camcorder right now...
But mine is broken...
48 ounces of coffee isn't that bad, is it? I mean, over a whole day.
I have to drink this much to keep up with my friends. My crew, if you will. MY HOMIES! I just aint as cracked out as they is, naturally. I need a little boost.
I love how the Black Eyed Peas can fit the word "ignorant" into two syllables. It rules.
So anyway, about my cracked out friends. Last night Brad messaged me at two in the morning asking me if I wanted to go out driving with him and Neil, because Neil was so bored he could, "Rip my face off, wipe my ass with it, stomp it flat, and slide down a hill on it."
I couldn't turn that down. So we went out and somehow spent an hour in the electronics department of Walmart, and figured out that if you close your eyes and stick your hand into the rack of music DVDs, you will ALWAYS pull out something totally gay. Seriously. Try it.
I think a bottle of three week old grape soda that Neil had pissed in would be better than Mountain Dew Black.
Uhhh...I don't know about that.
Okay, that Katy pissed in.
Yeah, because Katy has rose-smelling piss. She's like a Fresh Step commercial.
I really can't tell you where that conversation lead to.
Actually it lead to us having to change a tire on Brad's car in the parking lot of Walmart at five in the morning. That rocked! We also found out that some strange cult made up of old people meets in the Walmart parking lot at 5:30 in the morning. It was kind of scary, because they all decided to congregate right by where we were changing the tire...but not offer to help.
I mean that in a totally platonic way, Brad. And by platonic, I mean homosexually arousing.
Tonight we (myself, Brad, Neil, my sister, her boyfriend Mike) went out for strawberry tallcakes. It's like a shortcake, except tall. THEY ARE GOOD. A little too tall for me though.
I'm so lucky I didn't end up puking all over the table. Mike made me laugh so hard I spit whipped cream all over him. Not kidding. That means I approve of my sister's choice in a mate!
I think the five of us had the most fucked up conversation ever. Afterwards I mentioned to Brad that this group has conversations that would not occur amongst any other group of people on the planet.
It wasn't until I went out to San Francisco and hung out with other groups of people that I realized how god damned weird we are. I don't know how to function among normal people!
Seriously. Butt jelly. Shit hammocks. Strappadictomy. Nutsackstapleguchinstan.
Face face.
I'm clenching my ass cheeks together trying to pop the bubble!
I don't know how we get new people to hang out with us.
fragiletoughgirl: HYEH HEH HEH! Konnichiwa! Dis da Japanese vendor! Hyeh heh...
Brad: Hey! We got dat stuff you done ordered, but we ain't gon' send it yet! Know why? 'Cause we live so far away, you cain't do NUTHIN'! Hyeh heh heh! Ain't dat just genki! Hyeh!
fragiletoughgirl: We got some bad news! We shipped you 300 pounds of raw octopus face by mistake! Hyeh heh!
Brad: But da good news is, now you can make your own TAKOYAKI! Hyeh heh heh!
Brad: Chotto mate kudasai yo! Know what dat means? Means you SCREWED!! HYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!
fragiletoughgirl: HAHAHA
Yeah. They are endlessly entertaining to me.
Here's tonight in two thousand words, all of them being "insane" except for the four taken up by "We rock so hard!".
My sister got a good man!
This explains itself, really.
Is this a drive-by argument?
Oh, oh...Uhm, yes. Excuse me, old chap. So sorry, but...I disagree! *ZOOM*
I really wish I had a camcorder right now...
But mine is broken...
48 ounces of coffee isn't that bad, is it? I mean, over a whole day.
I have to drink this much to keep up with my friends. My crew, if you will. MY HOMIES! I just aint as cracked out as they is, naturally. I need a little boost.
I love how the Black Eyed Peas can fit the word "ignorant" into two syllables. It rules.
So anyway, about my cracked out friends. Last night Brad messaged me at two in the morning asking me if I wanted to go out driving with him and Neil, because Neil was so bored he could, "Rip my face off, wipe my ass with it, stomp it flat, and slide down a hill on it."
I couldn't turn that down. So we went out and somehow spent an hour in the electronics department of Walmart, and figured out that if you close your eyes and stick your hand into the rack of music DVDs, you will ALWAYS pull out something totally gay. Seriously. Try it.
I think a bottle of three week old grape soda that Neil had pissed in would be better than Mountain Dew Black.
Uhhh...I don't know about that.
Okay, that Katy pissed in.
Yeah, because Katy has rose-smelling piss. She's like a Fresh Step commercial.
I really can't tell you where that conversation lead to.
Actually it lead to us having to change a tire on Brad's car in the parking lot of Walmart at five in the morning. That rocked! We also found out that some strange cult made up of old people meets in the Walmart parking lot at 5:30 in the morning. It was kind of scary, because they all decided to congregate right by where we were changing the tire...but not offer to help.
I mean that in a totally platonic way, Brad. And by platonic, I mean homosexually arousing.
Tonight we (myself, Brad, Neil, my sister, her boyfriend Mike) went out for strawberry tallcakes. It's like a shortcake, except tall. THEY ARE GOOD. A little too tall for me though.
I'm so lucky I didn't end up puking all over the table. Mike made me laugh so hard I spit whipped cream all over him. Not kidding. That means I approve of my sister's choice in a mate!
I think the five of us had the most fucked up conversation ever. Afterwards I mentioned to Brad that this group has conversations that would not occur amongst any other group of people on the planet.
It wasn't until I went out to San Francisco and hung out with other groups of people that I realized how god damned weird we are. I don't know how to function among normal people!
Seriously. Butt jelly. Shit hammocks. Strappadictomy. Nutsackstapleguchinstan.
Face face.
I'm clenching my ass cheeks together trying to pop the bubble!
I don't know how we get new people to hang out with us.
fragiletoughgirl: HYEH HEH HEH! Konnichiwa! Dis da Japanese vendor! Hyeh heh...
Brad: Hey! We got dat stuff you done ordered, but we ain't gon' send it yet! Know why? 'Cause we live so far away, you cain't do NUTHIN'! Hyeh heh heh! Ain't dat just genki! Hyeh!
fragiletoughgirl: We got some bad news! We shipped you 300 pounds of raw octopus face by mistake! Hyeh heh!
Brad: But da good news is, now you can make your own TAKOYAKI! Hyeh heh heh!
Brad: Chotto mate kudasai yo! Know what dat means? Means you SCREWED!! HYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!
fragiletoughgirl: HAHAHA
Yeah. They are endlessly entertaining to me.
Here's tonight in two thousand words, all of them being "insane" except for the four taken up by "We rock so hard!".
My sister got a good man!
This explains itself, really.
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[Edited on Sep 28, 2004 10:48PM]