These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.
These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.

David Hoffner; he works in my dad's store.
He's worked here for twelve years.
He'll probably work here for more.

These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.
These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.

Dave Gord I've known since I was six.
In grade eight, he broke his leg
So we got drunk and sick.

These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.
These are the Daves I know, I know.
These are the Daves I know.

Some of them are Davids,
But most of us are Daves.
They all have their own hands,
But they come from different mums.



I'm still working nights but on ly one more to go. I feel like shit though. I think my roommate came into my room and punched me in the eye cause I hurts like when you get punched. I dont remember hitting anything with my face.
Maybe I'm a masochistic sleeper....like sleep walking but I hit myself.

Anyway.....I figured I'd write something instead of a survey/quiz deal. But I do love those quizes!!!



*Zombie Hunting Tip of the Day*
SPAM SPAM SPAM. Unless you know how to hunt, clean and prepare dead animals or plants I guess if you do that thing.....spam is the key. At one can a day for 4 years...thats 1460 cans you will need so stock up now!!!!

So I'm irked right now too.
I love posting to the message boards right cause I'm bored and I want to say something that might piss someone off and then they'll get all mad and post some fucked up shit on my comments....I live for this shit ha ha ha

But Whats the deal with the mods just closeing a Topiccause they feel like it?
I wanted to put in my 2 cents but now I can't and that make me
They are denying me my fifth grade fun