Poot, Puut, Phoot.
Scagger, Scagger. Hello guys and guys and girls and also girls. Ya know, every time I try to make fried rice, I always convince myself it'll be fuckin Benihana quality. It ends up tasting like rice omelettes. And those really just suck. But on a happy note, we finally get our first 50 goblingoblin shirts tomorrow. I'm so fuckin stoked. Even though the screenprinting guy is a complete moron, and Will had to explain what colors we wanted for 1 hour to him, I think they'll turn out great. If any of you haven't done so yet, go speetle your way over to www.goblingoblin.com and place thousands of orders. Well, just one order but for a thousand shirts. We's also got band prizzle tomorrow, but Chris forgot to restring his cello, so I dunno. Either we'll figure out a way to do that tomorrow, or he'll just come and stare at us. It might be a little awkward though, cause Raul and his girlfriend Becky are trying to hook me up with some girl, and I think she's gonna be at practice. I just dont like people watching band practice, cause I know it's not fun to watch, since we're just playing the same songs over and over and fine tuning them. I dunno, it just makes me self-concious and I just want to concentrate on the songs, but whatever, she may be totally cute. And...well...actually that would make it even more awkward. Awesome. I'm gonna glue hair all over my chest and practice with my shirt off, that'll impress her. Take care guys.
-Joggtarsh
-Joggtarsh