i have poop on my shoe volume 2 electric boogaloo (swift and terrible)
salutations so im back now and i sorry i would've updated sooner but i made some mistakes last night and spentn the rest of the night fighting of baron von guilt and his emo demons and hordes of other baddies that live in my head. as with every entry you must be this tall ________________ and have finished your homework to read.
(LIARS!! i know you didnt do your homework!!!)
full blown nonsense and debauchery spring breakneck 'o4 continued (sorry it's so frickin long run while you can you have been warned)
ok when we last left our sorry excuse for a hero he had witnessed the palaces burn and than went home to pass out. yippee. The next day me and my attorney bombed down to the depths of hull for the first band practice in a really long time and then sold garret on the show. he'll do it if we turn the cross upside down. of course than my sister called anti-semetic satanists. dangit we're a death metal band get it right will you? (hail satan). I then drove chris and madam bean back to the terrifying land of western massachusetts. of course on the way back i realized i forgot my cd's so i barreled back to melrose blaring ska the whole way. hung out with billy briefly to try and find casey who has been missing for some time now. with no luck i got dropped off at the t to go into boston to hang out with new hampshire fellows. after a viscious round of tetris and some info i didn't need to know, evidently playing tetris has other conotation in the ghourashi household... but anyways the main event of the night was visitor q. SWEET JEEZUs i don wanna relive it, starts off with graphic incest and a bludgeoning than quickly goes down hill. hey if detailed rape and necrophilia are your thing ok. but all in all it was an educational experience one i'd recomend to families and friends. (that i dislike. (it wasn't all bad random violence = funny) also as if art school wasn't bad enough i don think i will be ever able to look at a naked person again without giggling or cringing. after school of rock (hail the JB) went home had some nightmares than slept. also in an effort to continually prove he is smarter than me ludwig figured out how to wake me up. the next couple of days were a combination of guitar training from hell and nights spent with billy or paul. paul has hooked up a pa to his car with 3 ice cream truck songs, every barnyard animal and a mic available. so one can imagine the people that were heckled without mercy. repeatedly. finally casey came back from the brink of new york and we dragged him out. booyeah commando casey is back.
billy: i mean you can trust me- c'mon dan i wouldn't trust
chris: ok... (hangs up)
dan:HEY!
billy: i had to say somethin, seriously no one should trust me
we got some cheesy fries and then realized that we're all collectively screwed, signups for my pirate crew in the event of the fall of civilization will be later.
got a new website kind of, sorry wacko i wasn't informed until it was halfway done.. (test version www.geocities.com/donkeymule) got home wednesday night and drew from 1 am until 8 until i could barely hold a sharpie. than passed out. the next day i have no idea what happend so skip to friday. friday bombed out to athol to see beany and she baked some bitchin peanut butter cookes. that i ate too much of but were well worth it. dangit. after getting assaulting me with water beany finally agreed to rock the socks off a bunch of punker freshmen at a gay coffee house. no not the derogatory adjective it was a gay coffee house and we rocked it with stacy's mom. good times kinda funny cause we were the oldest non chaperones there. friday night commited some good ol fashioned blasphemy by stickin it to the omnipotent man plus there was a lot of yelling. than was up till 1:30 talkin bands into playing the show between drunk people calling, cause beth threatned if i didn't get a headliner by sunday the show would be cancelled. (doom on you!) saturday there was work and a whole lot of water and other such projectiles i was too tired to dodge. beany had to babysit so it was back to athol for more well athol ness. donna and her british showed up and movies were rented and there were tons of munchies procured. it was about half and wait back up a moment that's what happend thursday. oh yeah i kind of got really depressed cause i hadn't done enough well relaxing. it was about half an hour into shanghai knights i realized wait a second this is what vacation is supposed to be about, sitting on your bum watching kung fu movies eating munchies. mucho apologees i called of pract but i needed this a wee bit and it wouldn't have gone over too well. muffy called me up at 2 in the morning evidently they (it was tom's cell phone and i know i heard james in the background who else? who knows) were lost somewhere in winchester, a horrible town with horrible memories for me, i have not heard from them since so i don't know if they made it out alive, uh good luck you crazy kids. beany didn't wake me up violently for once and then i watched 4 hella cool hours of one piece -dude yeah it is that good. ate chinese food. all in all a super rad end to a kind of mellow vacation which i think i may have learned something from. i have no idea what in the hell that is though. spent the sunday night planning world domination and getting the band back to ass whuppin status with chris, cause we've got ends to meet so we've got a job to do. acrimonious and sanctified. i dunno now that yall have been bored i guess uh the end.
borught to you by randy and the funboys from virginia, in flames, santa esmerelda, incubus and the the u2, peanut butter cookies, boredom a steak and cheese sub and coke.
more to come in the eternal battle of good versus emo.
(sidebar: sorry beany. also dave where are you? and thanks again capn crunch)
(ok you've made it this far for your prize you can go to the show on march 26th hmm that's more of a punishment.... ep oh well sorry )
(LIARS!! i know you didnt do your homework!!!)
full blown nonsense and debauchery spring breakneck 'o4 continued (sorry it's so frickin long run while you can you have been warned)
ok when we last left our sorry excuse for a hero he had witnessed the palaces burn and than went home to pass out. yippee. The next day me and my attorney bombed down to the depths of hull for the first band practice in a really long time and then sold garret on the show. he'll do it if we turn the cross upside down. of course than my sister called anti-semetic satanists. dangit we're a death metal band get it right will you? (hail satan). I then drove chris and madam bean back to the terrifying land of western massachusetts. of course on the way back i realized i forgot my cd's so i barreled back to melrose blaring ska the whole way. hung out with billy briefly to try and find casey who has been missing for some time now. with no luck i got dropped off at the t to go into boston to hang out with new hampshire fellows. after a viscious round of tetris and some info i didn't need to know, evidently playing tetris has other conotation in the ghourashi household... but anyways the main event of the night was visitor q. SWEET JEEZUs i don wanna relive it, starts off with graphic incest and a bludgeoning than quickly goes down hill. hey if detailed rape and necrophilia are your thing ok. but all in all it was an educational experience one i'd recomend to families and friends. (that i dislike. (it wasn't all bad random violence = funny) also as if art school wasn't bad enough i don think i will be ever able to look at a naked person again without giggling or cringing. after school of rock (hail the JB) went home had some nightmares than slept. also in an effort to continually prove he is smarter than me ludwig figured out how to wake me up. the next couple of days were a combination of guitar training from hell and nights spent with billy or paul. paul has hooked up a pa to his car with 3 ice cream truck songs, every barnyard animal and a mic available. so one can imagine the people that were heckled without mercy. repeatedly. finally casey came back from the brink of new york and we dragged him out. booyeah commando casey is back.
billy: i mean you can trust me- c'mon dan i wouldn't trust
chris: ok... (hangs up)
dan:HEY!
billy: i had to say somethin, seriously no one should trust me
we got some cheesy fries and then realized that we're all collectively screwed, signups for my pirate crew in the event of the fall of civilization will be later.
got a new website kind of, sorry wacko i wasn't informed until it was halfway done.. (test version www.geocities.com/donkeymule) got home wednesday night and drew from 1 am until 8 until i could barely hold a sharpie. than passed out. the next day i have no idea what happend so skip to friday. friday bombed out to athol to see beany and she baked some bitchin peanut butter cookes. that i ate too much of but were well worth it. dangit. after getting assaulting me with water beany finally agreed to rock the socks off a bunch of punker freshmen at a gay coffee house. no not the derogatory adjective it was a gay coffee house and we rocked it with stacy's mom. good times kinda funny cause we were the oldest non chaperones there. friday night commited some good ol fashioned blasphemy by stickin it to the omnipotent man plus there was a lot of yelling. than was up till 1:30 talkin bands into playing the show between drunk people calling, cause beth threatned if i didn't get a headliner by sunday the show would be cancelled. (doom on you!) saturday there was work and a whole lot of water and other such projectiles i was too tired to dodge. beany had to babysit so it was back to athol for more well athol ness. donna and her british showed up and movies were rented and there were tons of munchies procured. it was about half and wait back up a moment that's what happend thursday. oh yeah i kind of got really depressed cause i hadn't done enough well relaxing. it was about half an hour into shanghai knights i realized wait a second this is what vacation is supposed to be about, sitting on your bum watching kung fu movies eating munchies. mucho apologees i called of pract but i needed this a wee bit and it wouldn't have gone over too well. muffy called me up at 2 in the morning evidently they (it was tom's cell phone and i know i heard james in the background who else? who knows) were lost somewhere in winchester, a horrible town with horrible memories for me, i have not heard from them since so i don't know if they made it out alive, uh good luck you crazy kids. beany didn't wake me up violently for once and then i watched 4 hella cool hours of one piece -dude yeah it is that good. ate chinese food. all in all a super rad end to a kind of mellow vacation which i think i may have learned something from. i have no idea what in the hell that is though. spent the sunday night planning world domination and getting the band back to ass whuppin status with chris, cause we've got ends to meet so we've got a job to do. acrimonious and sanctified. i dunno now that yall have been bored i guess uh the end.
borught to you by randy and the funboys from virginia, in flames, santa esmerelda, incubus and the the u2, peanut butter cookies, boredom a steak and cheese sub and coke.
more to come in the eternal battle of good versus emo.
(sidebar: sorry beany. also dave where are you? and thanks again capn crunch)
(ok you've made it this far for your prize you can go to the show on march 26th hmm that's more of a punishment.... ep oh well sorry )