what an adventure
well happy easter, whether out of tradition or faith. in anycase yesterday was just a crazy day that will go down in infamy.
for one, i got to wake up curled up and comftorable next to someone, and that was just nicer than words. no sex, no alcohol, just a pure shared moment.
then i went to work....as i aproach my place of employement i see a pirate, standing atleast 7'7" with a giant oversized mascot-style pirate head waving and jigging outside my workplace. i dodge a balloon and go inside. and people bustle around me as i see an elvis impersonater strutting around the store.
at this point i ask myself, what has my life turned into.
so the kariokee machine gets up and running, elvis is singing for 3 hours of my shift. i see the pirate beheaded in the back, while he gives me two stickers("got booty?", and "booty head"). i proceed to kariokee "shes got the look" by roxette, all while being paid mind you, to a croud of people, including Alexis. other people i did not expect to see would be a girl Jen, from my poetry class, and Val, from oldschool souderton. it was a treat on all acounts. so after i sing roxette, i find out according to an acount of my friend of an old woman that i was "shaking (my) stuff, shaking (my) privates". after some more customer harrasement, singing, riding the snake it is time to leave this fine day of hard work.
quick sidenotes: mia, one of the hottest girls i have ever seen was giving out massages to employess but i got there too late, plus it would have killed me. the other, murder does taste good, and plants dont scream and bleed when you cut them, furthermore, i hope that damn vegatarian/vegan that got pushy about her beliefs chokes on a philaffle, has no soy milk to clear her extra chromonsomed throat, and has to be given the hiemlech by a butcher covered in animal blood, and he decides the only proper way of resucitation requires some intestines so he can insert them into her mouth like a gigantic straw to suck out all the porely ground brocoli that is cuasing the obstruction. after that, possibly he takes it upon himself to be a humanitarian of the highest degree, and feed her already chewed beef, ham and chicken, in the form of a super protien slushy while she is recovering and has little option. if she refuses, just becuase he is doing what is best the butcher could stick the intestine back in and launch it down into her stomach.
going home now, picking up Gaymon and leaving for Randy's. go to play pool then p and f. yada yada, on the way back gaymon and josh apparently get cuaght up in a sting, while the get closed in by three cops outside or Randys. p@t and alexis had gone home by that point. rob and i saw a UFO or something extremly peculiar in the little-after-midnight sky. pual spotted me a c-love.
"i want to have your abortion"
(taco kisses, si si)
for one, i got to wake up curled up and comftorable next to someone, and that was just nicer than words. no sex, no alcohol, just a pure shared moment.
then i went to work....as i aproach my place of employement i see a pirate, standing atleast 7'7" with a giant oversized mascot-style pirate head waving and jigging outside my workplace. i dodge a balloon and go inside. and people bustle around me as i see an elvis impersonater strutting around the store.
at this point i ask myself, what has my life turned into.
so the kariokee machine gets up and running, elvis is singing for 3 hours of my shift. i see the pirate beheaded in the back, while he gives me two stickers("got booty?", and "booty head"). i proceed to kariokee "shes got the look" by roxette, all while being paid mind you, to a croud of people, including Alexis. other people i did not expect to see would be a girl Jen, from my poetry class, and Val, from oldschool souderton. it was a treat on all acounts. so after i sing roxette, i find out according to an acount of my friend of an old woman that i was "shaking (my) stuff, shaking (my) privates". after some more customer harrasement, singing, riding the snake it is time to leave this fine day of hard work.
quick sidenotes: mia, one of the hottest girls i have ever seen was giving out massages to employess but i got there too late, plus it would have killed me. the other, murder does taste good, and plants dont scream and bleed when you cut them, furthermore, i hope that damn vegatarian/vegan that got pushy about her beliefs chokes on a philaffle, has no soy milk to clear her extra chromonsomed throat, and has to be given the hiemlech by a butcher covered in animal blood, and he decides the only proper way of resucitation requires some intestines so he can insert them into her mouth like a gigantic straw to suck out all the porely ground brocoli that is cuasing the obstruction. after that, possibly he takes it upon himself to be a humanitarian of the highest degree, and feed her already chewed beef, ham and chicken, in the form of a super protien slushy while she is recovering and has little option. if she refuses, just becuase he is doing what is best the butcher could stick the intestine back in and launch it down into her stomach.
going home now, picking up Gaymon and leaving for Randy's. go to play pool then p and f. yada yada, on the way back gaymon and josh apparently get cuaght up in a sting, while the get closed in by three cops outside or Randys. p@t and alexis had gone home by that point. rob and i saw a UFO or something extremly peculiar in the little-after-midnight sky. pual spotted me a c-love.
"i want to have your abortion"
(taco kisses, si si)