a toast to toast!
question: what is the hardest hardcore band that you know of?
and i'm not talking about in concert(tho i heard weezer's pretty tuff)..just
musically speaking
LAUREL GET BETTER DANGIT!! I LUB YOU!!
bren this is for you:
after a day of seeing people, shopping around, and carrying stuff for OTHER PEOPLE, i decided to splurge and go get starbucks.
i pulled up to the drive in and was greeted by a nice-sounding man's voice...i ordered my halfcaf skim macchiato with whipped cream (technical right lol)and pulled up.
all of a sudden a chris martin/starbucks man/alien thrust himself out of the window, and into my roadrunner..cough..fourrunner.
and boy..he had stubble..that sexy beast.
so he's sitting there, next to me, in my car and he starts singing coldplay songs at the top of his lungs. I'm like...why aren't you fixing my coffee dude..
he said 'luv your glasses luv'...
in a british accent ofkhorse.
that was kind of strange so i told him that I liked them too..(that was the first thing that came to mind seeing that my palms were sweaty and i was gonna pee my pants anyway) ha
well he started askin me what i was doing that night and if i wanted to go see him in concert and then hit the clubs or something like that..and i just looked at him..straight faced..and said 'coffee'
i guess that made him mad or something cuz he grew wings, and bust out my window and back into his lil loft at the drive in. he told me he was glad he'd be seeing me around and as i left he mentioned that that because i turned him down, my life would become a living hell from that point on.
he started chantin voodoo stuff, and so i grabbed my drink and drove straight..only to have a curb-check..and believe me, it was there.
the end.
actually, only about half of that happened (and i won't tell you which half)but i decided to make it more interesting for the reader's and my sake.
and i'm not talking about in concert(tho i heard weezer's pretty tuff)..just
musically speaking
LAUREL GET BETTER DANGIT!! I LUB YOU!!
bren this is for you:
after a day of seeing people, shopping around, and carrying stuff for OTHER PEOPLE, i decided to splurge and go get starbucks.
i pulled up to the drive in and was greeted by a nice-sounding man's voice...i ordered my halfcaf skim macchiato with whipped cream (technical right lol)and pulled up.
all of a sudden a chris martin/starbucks man/alien thrust himself out of the window, and into my roadrunner..cough..fourrunner.
and boy..he had stubble..that sexy beast.
so he's sitting there, next to me, in my car and he starts singing coldplay songs at the top of his lungs. I'm like...why aren't you fixing my coffee dude..
he said 'luv your glasses luv'...
in a british accent ofkhorse.
that was kind of strange so i told him that I liked them too..(that was the first thing that came to mind seeing that my palms were sweaty and i was gonna pee my pants anyway) ha
well he started askin me what i was doing that night and if i wanted to go see him in concert and then hit the clubs or something like that..and i just looked at him..straight faced..and said 'coffee'
i guess that made him mad or something cuz he grew wings, and bust out my window and back into his lil loft at the drive in. he told me he was glad he'd be seeing me around and as i left he mentioned that that because i turned him down, my life would become a living hell from that point on.
he started chantin voodoo stuff, and so i grabbed my drink and drove straight..only to have a curb-check..and believe me, it was there.
the end.
actually, only about half of that happened (and i won't tell you which half)but i decided to make it more interesting for the reader's and my sake.