Just bust a move.
Last Thursday was my mom's Birthday.
Way to be 49 and give us all yet another excuse to get trashed.
Both Thursday and Friday I went to Gourmet Buffet, which is amazing. I love being obsessed over by hawt Asians and watching Annie eat things that just aren't meant to be eaten.
Not to beat a dead elephant or anything, but we went to the ghetto circus and I almost puked I was so discusted. The elephants looked like they were dying, and elephants only lay down when they're in distress.
The horse was tied so it could barely move. I wanted to call PETA or something.
Morgan was not at all bothered by this obscene display of animal cruelty. We had our first fight. We will not speak of the elephants again for fear that we may kill each other. There was only one good part to the ghetto circus, and here it be:
So later that evening Annie and I went shopping with Richie P. It was a shitload of fun, we got him a whole new wardrobe, and thanks to Annie's Jewskills, he saved a buttload of money. Then we fetched Willis and went back to RPs, where I learned Texas whatever that game is called... sort of, and we played DDR a bit, then Rich drove me home.
My weekend was spent shopping and getting ready for this trip. I'm finally getting pumped about it. I'm going to come home with 99823741902834164 pictures, and I just got a wicked new memory card. Boss. I'm leaving on Tuesday morning, and hopefully I'll be able to see Jew, Morgface, Vegan and Skank before then. It's still unbelievable that I'll be at the last Phish show ever. Yeah, be jealous.
P.S. If you want me to send you a postcard, leave your address. But if you don't love Phish, don't bother, because you suck and I'd never write a postcard to you.
Way to be 49 and give us all yet another excuse to get trashed.
Both Thursday and Friday I went to Gourmet Buffet, which is amazing. I love being obsessed over by hawt Asians and watching Annie eat things that just aren't meant to be eaten.
Not to beat a dead elephant or anything, but we went to the ghetto circus and I almost puked I was so discusted. The elephants looked like they were dying, and elephants only lay down when they're in distress.
The horse was tied so it could barely move. I wanted to call PETA or something.
Morgan was not at all bothered by this obscene display of animal cruelty. We had our first fight. We will not speak of the elephants again for fear that we may kill each other. There was only one good part to the ghetto circus, and here it be:
So later that evening Annie and I went shopping with Richie P. It was a shitload of fun, we got him a whole new wardrobe, and thanks to Annie's Jewskills, he saved a buttload of money. Then we fetched Willis and went back to RPs, where I learned Texas whatever that game is called... sort of, and we played DDR a bit, then Rich drove me home.
My weekend was spent shopping and getting ready for this trip. I'm finally getting pumped about it. I'm going to come home with 99823741902834164 pictures, and I just got a wicked new memory card. Boss. I'm leaving on Tuesday morning, and hopefully I'll be able to see Jew, Morgface, Vegan and Skank before then. It's still unbelievable that I'll be at the last Phish show ever. Yeah, be jealous.
P.S. If you want me to send you a postcard, leave your address. But if you don't love Phish, don't bother, because you suck and I'd never write a postcard to you.