Weeee, Backness....
Finally posting after a while... month and a half to be exact, I think, so yeah I'm not quite dead yet.
Weekend's had its highs and lows, went with an old friend, my bro's best friend, so go see the big badass Marine on Friday. 5 hours to get to Jacksonville, listening to Bob Marley, Mudvayne, and Marlyan Manson, wondering when Karl was getting out finally from underneath his superior's foot to come join us, talking on old times and stupid shit we've done over the years and continue to do, and wondering if reservations were made at the place we were gonna stay. Almost got pulled over at one point, we thought, and instead it was the guy in front of us.... scared the shit out both our asses.
So we get there, I see Karl getting the room, and decide to punch him playfully as he talks to the lady at the desk. He almost kicked me in the nuts from that, dunno where that reflex came from (<.<... >.>... >.<;;). So we all go to the room and shoot the shit on the times and I end up buying pizza (not that I'm complaining), and then we set off for the tattoo parlor just down the street.
Now, I hate needles, but then again I've been contemplating getting a tattoo for a while now, so I was mentally ready while my back kept saying,"FUCK, ow, ow ow, fuck me, owowowowowow!!!". Its like a mosqito drawing with its nose on your skin, or at least that's my impression of it. Still, didn't hurt as much as I thought, in fact I'll be doing it again sometime soon, a devil wing on left arm and an angel on right, soon as I work up the money for it. So I had sometime over Karl for once, till he got a tat the next day. Was great, now Kieron's gotta get one.
Went to Texas Steakhouse, we were seated right across from a family with a retarded person, and Kieron looks over... then looks at the window trying not to laugh. Now, I dunno if they looked over at us, but we were laughing our asses off, followed by,"You are so going to hell XD!!!". I know its not a funny thing to poke at, that subject, but when the guy sitting the opposite side of the table is giggleing and trying not to look, and you know it is kinda funny the way the person is sitting with their arms crossed and pressed against their chest, its hard not to laugh.
We may all be going to hell, its not a farfetched thought when you're talking about the trio of idiots, Karl, Kieron, and me. Who else would pick up copperheads and run with them, put cactus's on their heads at a resturant, or shoot their friend in the finger while testing to see if it was on saftey. I learned from the best, lol^^.
Weekend's had its highs and lows, went with an old friend, my bro's best friend, so go see the big badass Marine on Friday. 5 hours to get to Jacksonville, listening to Bob Marley, Mudvayne, and Marlyan Manson, wondering when Karl was getting out finally from underneath his superior's foot to come join us, talking on old times and stupid shit we've done over the years and continue to do, and wondering if reservations were made at the place we were gonna stay. Almost got pulled over at one point, we thought, and instead it was the guy in front of us.... scared the shit out both our asses.
So we get there, I see Karl getting the room, and decide to punch him playfully as he talks to the lady at the desk. He almost kicked me in the nuts from that, dunno where that reflex came from (<.<... >.>... >.<;;). So we all go to the room and shoot the shit on the times and I end up buying pizza (not that I'm complaining), and then we set off for the tattoo parlor just down the street.
Now, I hate needles, but then again I've been contemplating getting a tattoo for a while now, so I was mentally ready while my back kept saying,"FUCK, ow, ow ow, fuck me, owowowowowow!!!". Its like a mosqito drawing with its nose on your skin, or at least that's my impression of it. Still, didn't hurt as much as I thought, in fact I'll be doing it again sometime soon, a devil wing on left arm and an angel on right, soon as I work up the money for it. So I had sometime over Karl for once, till he got a tat the next day. Was great, now Kieron's gotta get one.
Went to Texas Steakhouse, we were seated right across from a family with a retarded person, and Kieron looks over... then looks at the window trying not to laugh. Now, I dunno if they looked over at us, but we were laughing our asses off, followed by,"You are so going to hell XD!!!". I know its not a funny thing to poke at, that subject, but when the guy sitting the opposite side of the table is giggleing and trying not to look, and you know it is kinda funny the way the person is sitting with their arms crossed and pressed against their chest, its hard not to laugh.
We may all be going to hell, its not a farfetched thought when you're talking about the trio of idiots, Karl, Kieron, and me. Who else would pick up copperheads and run with them, put cactus's on their heads at a resturant, or shoot their friend in the finger while testing to see if it was on saftey. I learned from the best, lol^^.