what's that chemical in turkey that makes you sleepy???
true story.
today, i was at the sunshine coffee shop on the corner of thompson and e. molloy in east syracuse, alternating between my turkey on wheat and diet vanilla pepsi whilst reading the post standard. i flipped through the story about the mom putting her newborn in a bucket and filling it with concrete and past the story about the skaneateles ferrari massacre and onto the last page of the local secton...B-12 or something...B-10..and i see a picture of this dude who looks familiar and under the picture it says "SEARLE"...i thought and thought about where i had seen this dude before...
not more than a week ago, i was slinging drugs left and right up at the corner apothecary known as eckerd. when a man came to me and demanded his fix. it was a cop, and on the badge he wore, the name "SEARLE" was engraved. i checked to see if he was packing heat or whatever, but i couldn't see. anyways, that was that. he paid his dues and out the door he went.
ah yes...the cop...searle...and then i looked above at the headline and it read "Deputy dies in his sleep hours after calling in sick"...yessir...you read correctly. as i write this, deputy searle is being pizzumped with embalming fluid at the local freezer.
i immediately got on the horn with DC at work..."DOOOOOD!!!...DID YOU READ THE FUCKING PAPER??!! THIS DUDE BIT IT AND HE CAME IN LAST WEEK!!! WHAT IF IT WAS US??!..."
so i get dave spinning left and right...i'm spinning left and right...i guess we will just have to wait for the autopsy...i was joking yesterday when i wrote about contract killing with knowledge of how the drugs work in the body...totally joking dude, im a kidder...thats all...nothing was meant by it...as a matter of fact, i dont even remember saying it...what am i talking about?...surely it was something else...surely.
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monday night we went out to see fireworks at sylvan beach because they were "definately gonna happen". funny how "definately" turns into "cancelled" when you see a single line of cars fleeing the scene a half hour before the supposed start. so we decend upon the town and walk past all these sylvan townies with their IROCs and only their left arm sunburned from having it hang out the window all day. oh yeah, they also have some sort of allegiance with a domestic car manufacturer, as proven by the ford/chevy/pontiac/datsun logo being pissed on by calvin from calvin and hobbes. you know...that one. so jess comes up with a brilliant plan to hit up the amusement park while were there. so we got tickets and hit up the super slide where i proceeded to SMOKE her in a race downhill while being enclosed in a fifty year old potato sack. but i guess someone has to finish last. sorry it was her.
next onto laff-land. taylor made a pig noise at the idea, seriously...but she got in and off we went. jess was pretty scared all of the time....dont ask why, i dont know...but i felt a little chill down my back too...i screamed out for justin to save me, but to no avail...i think taylor cried actually...but it was nothing the TILT-A-WHIRL couldnt fix.
we got that shit-a-rockin'...even though it must have looked pretty cool as a bystander because we were the only people probably to ride that all day long...oh well, the ticket operator gets paid whether or not we come or not. but the tilt-a-whirl gets two thumbs down...too short for 3 tickets.
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were going to nyc on saturday at 4 in the morning. horseshit if you ask me and my sleeping pattern, but i guess theres nothing we can really do about it...nyc is god's gift to the world. and i will return with stories to tell. or will i?...maybe i wont come back.
TRYPTOPHAN!!!!!
today, i was at the sunshine coffee shop on the corner of thompson and e. molloy in east syracuse, alternating between my turkey on wheat and diet vanilla pepsi whilst reading the post standard. i flipped through the story about the mom putting her newborn in a bucket and filling it with concrete and past the story about the skaneateles ferrari massacre and onto the last page of the local secton...B-12 or something...B-10..and i see a picture of this dude who looks familiar and under the picture it says "SEARLE"...i thought and thought about where i had seen this dude before...
not more than a week ago, i was slinging drugs left and right up at the corner apothecary known as eckerd. when a man came to me and demanded his fix. it was a cop, and on the badge he wore, the name "SEARLE" was engraved. i checked to see if he was packing heat or whatever, but i couldn't see. anyways, that was that. he paid his dues and out the door he went.
ah yes...the cop...searle...and then i looked above at the headline and it read "Deputy dies in his sleep hours after calling in sick"...yessir...you read correctly. as i write this, deputy searle is being pizzumped with embalming fluid at the local freezer.
i immediately got on the horn with DC at work..."DOOOOOD!!!...DID YOU READ THE FUCKING PAPER??!! THIS DUDE BIT IT AND HE CAME IN LAST WEEK!!! WHAT IF IT WAS US??!..."
so i get dave spinning left and right...i'm spinning left and right...i guess we will just have to wait for the autopsy...i was joking yesterday when i wrote about contract killing with knowledge of how the drugs work in the body...totally joking dude, im a kidder...thats all...nothing was meant by it...as a matter of fact, i dont even remember saying it...what am i talking about?...surely it was something else...surely.
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monday night we went out to see fireworks at sylvan beach because they were "definately gonna happen". funny how "definately" turns into "cancelled" when you see a single line of cars fleeing the scene a half hour before the supposed start. so we decend upon the town and walk past all these sylvan townies with their IROCs and only their left arm sunburned from having it hang out the window all day. oh yeah, they also have some sort of allegiance with a domestic car manufacturer, as proven by the ford/chevy/pontiac/datsun logo being pissed on by calvin from calvin and hobbes. you know...that one. so jess comes up with a brilliant plan to hit up the amusement park while were there. so we got tickets and hit up the super slide where i proceeded to SMOKE her in a race downhill while being enclosed in a fifty year old potato sack. but i guess someone has to finish last. sorry it was her.
next onto laff-land. taylor made a pig noise at the idea, seriously...but she got in and off we went. jess was pretty scared all of the time....dont ask why, i dont know...but i felt a little chill down my back too...i screamed out for justin to save me, but to no avail...i think taylor cried actually...but it was nothing the TILT-A-WHIRL couldnt fix.
we got that shit-a-rockin'...even though it must have looked pretty cool as a bystander because we were the only people probably to ride that all day long...oh well, the ticket operator gets paid whether or not we come or not. but the tilt-a-whirl gets two thumbs down...too short for 3 tickets.
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were going to nyc on saturday at 4 in the morning. horseshit if you ask me and my sleeping pattern, but i guess theres nothing we can really do about it...nyc is god's gift to the world. and i will return with stories to tell. or will i?...maybe i wont come back.
TRYPTOPHAN!!!!!